"I hope not," Taryn whispered into the dark. She rolled onto her side and stared out into the evening sky. She thought of the woman in the other room, knowing that Lisa would probably do anything she asked. Then she thought about Kimberly, the strong-willed woman who was getting her first taste of another world, a lifestyle far different from any she'd ever known. She wondered what Kimberly would tell Mark. Would she lie to him? Tell him the truth? Or ignore him altogether? And what about Mark? Would he let Kimberly go without a fight? What about Camarin? Would she let go of Kimberly? Did Taryn want her to? She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Too many complicating factors to be considered.
When the alarm went off at six o'clock that morning, Taryn was sleeping very soundly. "Figures," she grumbled. "I finally get to sleep and it's time to get up." Wearily, she made her way across the hall to the bathroom.
Lisa heard Taryn taking a shower. She went into the kitchen and flipped the switch on the coffeemaker. She'd prepared it the night before, using some of the new coffee beans she purchased. She'd ordered coffee for their staff meetings often enough to know Taryn's preferences. Mocha Java rated high on her list. Lisa couldn't help wondering, Did I purchase the coffee based on some premonition that this might happen? She giggled to herself. "Wishful thinking, Lisa.
Just wishful thinking," she said aloud.
"What's wishful thinking?" Taryn asked. She was standing in the doorway with only a bath towel wrapped around her Lisa was startled by Taryn's sudden appearance. She smiled and walked over to where Taryn was standing. Leaning on her tiptoes, she kissed her softly on the mouth. It was all she could do to keep her hands off the bath towel.
As if sensing her arousal, Taryn tightened the towel around her chest. "Making coffee?" she asked, sniffing the air.
"Mocha Java," Lisa replied, a proud smile on her face.
Thinking this was going to be harder than she thought, Taryn took a deep breath. "Lisa, we need to talk. Do you have a few minutes available this morning, perhaps over a cup of that wonderful java you're making?" she asked.
The look on Taryn's face dampened the compliment she'd just given. Lisa's eyes dark and solemn again, she nodded. "I'd like to get showered and dressed first if you don't mind. Shall we meet back here in, say, twenty minutes?"
"Fifteen minutes," Taryn said.
Lisa laughed, thinking how Taryn always wanted the upper hand.
"It's not really fair since you're already showered," she teased. "But I suppose…"
Taryn laughed and followed Lisa down the hallway. As she dressed, she tried to think of a way to soften the impact of her announcement to Lisa. In her heart, she knew it wouldn't matter what she said or how she said it. Lisa fantasized Taryn as her lover, perhaps even her mistress. She would feel very hurt and betrayed by Taryn's announcement. Shivering, Taryn reached for the telephone and placed a call.
Lisa was pouring coffee when Taryn entered the kitchen. "You're late," Lisa teased, pointing to her watch. She added a dollop of whipped cream to each of the steaming cups. Smiling proudly, she carried the coffee mugs to the bar separating the kitchen and dining room. "Would you like something with that – toast or a muffin?"
"No thanks," Taryn said very politely. "But go ahead and fix something for yourself if you wish."
"Actually, I never eat breakfast," Lisa replied. She grinned sheepishly. "I run on caffeine most of the day."
"So that's why you're so thin," Taryn teased. "Just kidding," she said when she saw the downcast look on Lisa's face. "You're a very attractive woman, Lisa. Now come sit down and let's talk."
Lisa perched on the barstool beside Taryn, her feet dangling, not quite touching the floor. "What's the scoop?" she asked, trying to muster some self-confidence into her voice.
Reaching for Lisa's hand, Taryn turned her so they were facing one another. It was as if another door had opened, her perspective shifting once again as she gazed into Lisa's dark eyes. Vast pools of passion and sensuality swirled in eyes that had once seemed very solemn and sad. Why didn't she see this before?
Letting her instincts guide her, Lisa lifted her face and pressed her smooth soft lips against Taryn's mouth. She smiled when she felt Taryn's mouth slowly open. Her tongue sought refuge in Lisa's mouth. Lisa opened hers wider and their lips caressed as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Gasps and whimpers were exchanged.
Taryn felt her resolve giving way as she lost herself in Lisa's warmth, her embrace, and her hunger. She grasped her face, pulling her closer, beckoning her to slip inside her open arms. When she did, Taryn pulled her gently to the floor.
Lisa felt light as a feather, her back cushioned by Taryn's hands.
She opened her eyes and wondered in awe at Taryn. The way she was kissing her, treating her as gently as a delicate flower, Lisa thought it so different than before. Were the other times just a prelude to this wonderful gentleness? Had she passed some initiation or rite of passage? What was expected of her now? As Taryn covered her face with kisses, the questions kept coming. She longed to cast the questions aside and enjoy this special moment with Taryn.
Taryn knew Lisa's mind was spinning. She could tell by the light in her eyes and the intense expression on her face. "Don't try to figure it out," she whispered. "Some things just can't be explained." That said, she leaned down and placed her hand on Lisa's breast. Her lips trailed over her skin, dropping butterfly kisses on her neck, her ears, her eyes, her cheeks, her arms, and then her hands. Taryn kissed the palm, tracing the lines with her tongue. Then she took each finger into her mouth. Taking her time, she drew each one into her mouth, sucking and listening to Lisa's murmurs of pleasure.
When she was finished, Taryn took Lisa's hands, still moist from her loving, and placed them over her head. She stared into Lisa's eyes for what seemed the longest moment. A part of her struggled to pull away as the dark pools surfaced and captured her. She moaned and slid the length of her body over Lisa's slender frame. Keeping Lisa's hands in place over her head, she drew herself up, arching her back as she pressed her stomach, then her mound, then her clit against the warm place between Lisa's legs.
It felt so wonderful and gentle. She ignored Lisa's protests, her begging for Taryn to take her right then and there. "Ssh," she whispered, pausing with her mouth over Lisa's breast. She pressed her lips against the nipple, her hot breath pressing through the material and making the tip shrivel and harden. "Umm," she murmured. She moved to the other breast, forcing herself to go slow and savor the delightful response of the woman who was moaning and squirming beneath her.
Lisa's heart was racing, beating so hard she felt the blood rush to her head, then her genitalia. The signals passed between them as she responded to Taryn's mouth and tongue, teasing her, torturing her, making her wait. Oh, but she couldn't wait much longer! Her clit was so swollen and wet that she wanted desperately for Taryn to stay pressed there just a moment, even a second, longer. But Taryn continued the torturous slide up and over, leaving her clit hot and waiting. Perhaps on her way down…
Taryn knew Lisa was close but she didn't want her to come. Not yet. She raised herself to her knees, her body astride Lisa's chest. She unbuttoned her blouse, watching Lisa's eyes as each button was unfastened, revealing a little more, then a little more. When her blouse hung open, she took Lisa's hand and placed it against her breasts. She loosened her grip, wanting to see what Lisa would do.