DISCLAIMER: Bad Girls and all its characters are the property of Shed Productions. The author implies no ownership of these characters. They are used in the stories without permission, solely for entertainment and not for profit.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another of my original stories with nameless characters that I have transformed into a story about Nikki and Helen.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
The Reception
By TZ
Chapter 1
Even after all these years together, I still cannot comprehend how much you affect me. How much you can make me love you. You are an enigma and a wonder to me. I watch you in the mornings, sleeping with that Mona Lisa smile playing on your beautiful mouth, and I have to pinch myself to be convinced that you are real, and that I am not just having a wonderful dream.
So beautiful and luxuriant are you. Your exquisite face with that straight nose, which vibrates with every deep breath you take. I can not believe you are really mine. I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you, even without knowing it. I have never believed in love at first sight, but you have changed my belief.
We meet at a reception held by a mutual acquaintance. Well, actually an acquaintance of mine and a long term friend of yours, a Claire Walker. She is a brilliant lawyer, who had helped me, sorting some legal agreements concerning my business with my ex-partner. She was celebrating her partnership in a big, acclaimed law firm and naturally, she had invited all her business associates, friends and family.
I felt a bit awkward among all those fancy lawyers and business people, even though I had my own business. You looked a bit out of place too. Not in the way you dressed, but by the look on your face. I had noticed your laughter, a deep breathtaking and heartfelt laughter that sounded when you spoke to Claire. I was caught up in a conversation with a boring man, who turned out to be Claire's boss, so I lost contact with you. I then saw you smile politely to some other people and then with an expression of sheer determination walk away from them. I made my excuses to the people I was talking to and caught up with you in the adjoined room where the bar was. We came face to face, and I looked into the most amazing grey-green eyes I have even seen. They took my breath away and I found it hard to speak, but somehow I managed to greet you and say my name. "Hi, I'm Nikki Wade. Can I get you a drink?"
Even after all these years together, I still cannot comprehend how much you affect me. How much I love and adore you. You are an enigma and a wonder to me. I watch you in the mornings, sleeping with that Mona Lisa smile playing on your beautiful mouth, and I have to pinch myself to be convinced that you are real, and that I am not just dreaming.
So beautiful and luxuriant are you. Your beautiful face with those deep dark brown soul-full eyes now closed tightly in sleep. You look so peaceful and serene. I cannot believe you are really mine. I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you, even without knowing it. I have never believed in love at first sight, but you have changed my belief.
We meet at a reception held by my long term friend Claire Walker. We go way back to University. She is a brilliant lawyer, and was rightfully celebrating her partnership in a big, acclaimed law firm. Naturally she had invited all her business associates, friends and family. You were one of her clients.
I felt a bit awkward among all those fancy lawyers and business people, even though being a professional business woman myself. But it was a slightly different kind of business I did. I was the wing governor of a women's prison.
You looked a bit out of place too. Not in the way you dressed, but by the look on your face. I had noticed your gorgeous features when you greeted Claire. I was caught up in a conversation with a boring man, who turned out to be Claire's boss, so I lost contact with you. I made my excuses to the people I was talking to and went in search for you and the bar in the adjoining room. Then suddenly we came face to face, and I looked into the deepest brown eyes I have ever seen. They took my breath away, and so did you voice when you spoke to me and asked if I wanted a drink. I do not know how, but I managed to answer you. "Hiya, I am Helen Stewart. And yes please, I would like to have a vodka and lime."
Chapter 2
I liked you from the first moment I spoke to you. And it was mutual. We soon found out that we had a great deal in common. Same taste in books and movies. Same views on things in general. Immediately this natural and mutual sympathy formed between us. We talked all afternoon at the reception, almost forgetting why we were there in the first place. However, Claire brought us back to reality. We agreed to meet again, not really wanting to stop our conversation. I went home that night feeling light headed and genuinely happy for the first time in months. I did not quite know why, except that talking to you had made my day.
We met the next day in my local coffee-shop. We spoke for what seemed like ages and agreed to meet again. And so we did…, a lot during the next couple of months. We could talk about anything, and though we did not agree on everything, we had a healthy way of discussing things. Well, actually sometimes our discussions were a bit heated and loud with both of us being extremely stubborn and hot-tempered. But even though we could irritate and infuriate each other, we never allowed the anger to come between us. We always made apologizes to each other and made up for our stubbornness with a dinner and a good bottle of wine.
We developed a fantastic friendship. You had just broken up with your boyfriend of five years, Sean, whom you had also been engaged to for a year. I was on my way out of nine year relationship, where only a business friendship remained. So none of us was really into any new kind of relationship, but we both really needed someone to talk to and we seemed to understand each other very well. Besides you were very straight and not into women. Or so I thought.
My girlfriend Trish of nine years and I were slowly but definitely growing apart. We had lived together, but in the end we had nothing in common, no love, no sex, no closeness. It was simply a marriage of convenience, where the mortgage on the house was shared.
It had not always been that way, but due to working schedules that did not leave us with much time together things went wrong. It culminated with me coming home early one day just to find her in bed with someone else. We did not split up at the time, but things were never the same again after that. It just took us so long to finally break up. Even though I knew things were bad between us, I felt so betrayed by her affair, and I did not trust her anymore. She had let me down, just as badly as my parents when they discovered I was gay. I was never going to trust anyone again. And yet, I felt so safe and at ease with you in a way, I have never experienced before.
I liked you from the first moment I spoke to you. And it was mutual. It showed in your eyes. We soon found out that we had a great deal in common. Same taste in books and movies. Same views on things in general. I was amazed by this instant connection and mutual sympathy between us. We talked all afternoon at the reception, almost forgetting why we were there in the first place. However, Claire brought us back to reality. We agreed to meet again, not really wanting to stop our conversation. I went home that night feeling elevated and surprisingly in peace with my self for the first time in months. I did not quite know why, except that talking to you had saved my day.
We met the next day in a coffee-shop. We spoke all afternoon and eventually agreed to meet again. And so we did…, actually quite a lot during the next couple of months. We could talk about everything. Well, we did not always agree on things, but we had our own way of discussing things. Actually sometimes our discussions were a bit heated and rough, due to both of us being profoundly stubborn and hot-tempered. I could not believe how much you could irritate and infuriate me, but I could never stay mad at you for long. We always made apologizes to each other afterwards and made up for our stubbornness with a dinner and a good bottle of wine, really just another excuse to spend time together.
So we developed a fantastic friendship. I knew you were a lesbian, and I had no problem with that. You were just coming out of a nine year relationship with your girlfriend Trish. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of five years, Sean, whom I had been engaged to for one year. And that was one year too many. So none of us was really into any new kind of relationship, but we both needed someone to talk to. Beside I was straight and not into women in that way. Or so I thought.
I do not know why I had spent five years with Sean. We did not have anything in common. He was nice though, good looking, smooth, maybe a little too smooth, charming and he seemed to genuinely love me. At some point I must have loved him, but I suppose I was never really in love with him. I just settled with him. Then he proposed to me. I had always wanted a family, children and a nice easy life. He offered that to me and I accepted it. But having him move in with me was a big mistake. He did not give me enough space. He did not like my promotion to wing governor at the prison. He did not understand my compassion for the women in there, nor did he respect the hard work I did. It was not a job for a lady in his opinion, so he never supported me fully in my choice of work. It was beginning to get on my nerves. I felt suffocated in his presence. In the end I could not even stand having him to touch me. And that is not how you are supposed to feel about the man you were to be married to and live with for the rest of your life? So I decided to end it. He did not take it well. He showed up in front of the prison where I worked and burned his weeding suit.
Chapter 3
Almost half a year went by, and we had seen quite a lot to each other, you and I. Suddenly one morning I woke with a startle. I had had a very strange, yet wonderful dream during the night. I realized that I was deeply and madly in love with you. Somehow it was shocking to acknowledge that because you were my friend, but not really that surprising. I mean…, I knew, I was physically attracted to you. You looked so gorgeous, and being a lesbian does mean finding other women attractive in every way. I just did not expect to fall so deeply and with no means of return. I suppose the signs must have been there all the time, the light hearted flirting and good natured banters we had. But I had pushed it aside, hidden it well in the furthest and darkest corners of my mind. Even though being a lesbian I was determined not to feel anything but friendship for you, and definitely never to act upon my feelings. However, I could not deny it anymore, how I felt about you. It welled up inside me like a flood of feelings. I felt a fire burning in my entire body. All the pent up emotions, all the sexual frustration, all the fears of rejection, betrayal, hurting, just everything at the same time came screaming inside my head and tearing my heart apart.
I made my best efforts to push away the dream and all the turmoil it had caused during the next couple of days. And when we met I really tried to stay focused on our friendship. But looking into those amazing green eyes of yours and listening to your beautiful soft voice with that adorable Scottish accent that made my heart beat faster and my legs to be weak, my resolve crumbled. I found myself staring at you in awe, being much more quiet than usual. Maybe you noticed?
The dream returned night after night. I woke in the middle of the nights with pictures of you before my eyes. Pictures sending sweet tingles from my nipples to my crouch, igniting a fire in my body. A sensation I had not felt for many years burned its way through my body. I had had my fair shares of women, but never had I had such a huge and all consuming desire for another person, not only on a physical level, but also on an emotional level. It frightened me, but at the same time it made me feel so good. Suddenly I could feel my own body again, a body that had been numb for so long. Suddenly I felt like a lovesick teenager every time we were going to meet up. But I was desperate to hide it from you. I did not want to jeopardize our friendship by showing my true feelings.
Almost half a year went by, and we had seen quite a lot to each other, you and I. Suddenly one morning I woke with a startle. I had had a very confusing and highly erotic dream during the night. I suddenly realized that I was deeply and madly in love with you. It was a very shocking realization. I mean, I was supposed to be straight and not into women sexually. So how could I suddenly find another woman attractive and be so turned on by the thought of her kissing and touching me? You were definitely very gorgeous and extremely sexy, so a physical attraction could be excused by curiosity, but the strong emotional feelings towards you could not be diminished as easily. The connection and understanding that we shared was so strong. There was something beyond the physical attraction that made me love you with an overwhelming strength I had never experienced before, and that scared the Hell out of me. It made me so weak and out of control. I did not like that.
I also guess that I did flirt with you during our good natured banters. But I certainly did not acknowledge it at the time. I pushed it aside, trying to hide it well in the furthest and darkest corners of my mind. It could not be. It was only friendship between us. However, I could not deny it anymore. It welled up inside me like a flood of feelings. I felt a fire burning in my entire body. All the pent up emotions, all the sexual frustration, all the old fears of rejection, of not being good enough, of hurting and of being berated, just everything at the same time came screaming inside my head and tearing my heart apart.
I made my best efforts to push away the alarming dream and all the turmoil it had caused during the next couple of days. And when we met I tried to stay focused on our friendship. But looking into those dark soulful eyes and listening to your low, soft voice sent tingles down my spine and my resolve crumbled. I could not help but stare at you. I also noticed that you sometimes seemed to have gone very quiet. I wondered why.
The dream returned night after night. I woke in the middle of the nights highly aroused with images of you before my eyes. My body covered in perspiration, nipples aching to be touched and with a building wetness between my legs. Sensations I had never felt before burned its way through my entire body. Never had I had such a huge and all consuming desire for another person. It frightened me, but at the same time it made me feel so good. Suddenly I could feel my own body, a body that had been awakened for the first time, and that was just by the thought of you. Suddenly I felt like a lovesick teenager every time we were going to meet up. But I was desperate to hide it from you. I did not want to jeopardize our friendship by showing my true feelings.
Chapter 4
All these new powerful emotions were putting me in a difficult situation. I did not know how to tell you of my feelings. I doubted whether to tell you at all. You did not have a problem with me being a lesbian, but you were clearly straight and had told me in unmistakeable terms that you were not interested in women in that way. It just made it all so much more difficult to cope with.
It meant a lot of heavy thinking during sleepless nights. We kept seeing each other more and more.
Our relationship shifted slightly and almost unnoticeable. We began to flirt a little more deliberate and obvious, but it was hurting me badly when I could not tell you the true nature and depth of my feelings for you, it was sheer torment. I spent every waking moment thinking of you, daydreaming of what we could do together. And not just about sex, even though it definitely was an important issue for me, since my longing for you was huge, and I just wanted to make love to you so badly. But I also wanted to show you the world, travel with you, taking you to new places and experience a lot of new things with you. I wanted to live with you, to sleep with you, to wake up in the morning with you, to be with you in all those everyday situations of life.
We had never really had any physical contact, not even a hug for greeting. But we slowly began to develop that side of our relationship. The first time our hands met during this phase, it was like electrical sparks were jumping between us. Our hands were held together a little longer than necessary, and I am quite convinced that you felt exactly the same as I did in that moment. At least from the look in your eyes, you were definitely affected in some way by the simple touch. But the expression disappeared as quickly as it came, so I was not sure what to think.
All these new powerful feelings put me in a very difficult situation. I debated with my self whether to tell you about my feelings or not. With me being straight, would you not just brush of my feelings as curiosity, because I knew you were a lesbian? I did not think I could cope with loosing your friendship, nor cope with being rejected by you.
It meant a lot of heavy drinking and thinking during sleepless nights. We kept seeing each other more and more. Our relationship shifted, and I began deliberately to flirt with you in a very obvious way, but it was hurting me that I could not tell you the true nature and depth of my feelings for you, it was sheer torment. I spent every waking moment thinking of you, daydreaming of what we could do together. Not just about sex, even though I must admit I was dying to kiss you and to feel your hands on my body, as I wanted to make love to you so desperately. But I also wanted to travel with you, experience new things with you, and most of all I wanted to live with you, to have a family with you, to sleep with you, to wake up in the morning with you, to be with you in all those everyday situations of life.
We had never really had any physical contact, not even a hug for greeting. But that side of our relationship began to develop slowly. The first time our hands met during this phase, it was like electrical bolts were jumping between us. Our hands were held together a little longer than necessary, and I am quite convinced that you felt exactly the same as I did in that moment. At least from the look in your eyes, you were definitely affected by the simple touch. I knew from that moment, that you wanted me, but I instinctively knew you were afraid to act upon those feelings, scared of frightening me off.
Chapter 5
We had often been to the cinema together, but this time it was something special. We "celebrated" that we had met a year ago. I had taken you to this new fancy restaurant and it had been a very nice and cosy evening with good food and quite a lot of wine, so I was a bit tipsy when we went from the restaurant to the cinema for this new comedy.
However, I did not see much of the movie. When the lights went out I suddenly felt your hand softly touching mine, entangling your fingers with mine. I was paralyzed. I did not dare to look at you, and I did not dare to move, afraid it was my wild imagination playing with my senses. I had had an electrical shock. My head buzzed, the blood was pumping in my body, I could hear my own pulse, sparks were flying in front of my eyes and my heart fluttered. A veritable short circuit had happened, and in one split second all the sexual energy were gathered between my legs and time stopped. I cannot remember the movie, because all my attention was aimed at your hand laying so naturally in mine. When the movie ended and the light went on again, you squeezed my hand gently and let it go. The feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. You must have seen how affected I was, because you smiled reassuringly to me with that endearing smile of yours. We went out into the night with all the other people. I do not know how I managed to behave and act like a normal human being while we walked towards that little café where we had been so many times.
As usual we ordered a glass of wine and moved to the back of the café where we could sit without much disturbance. We sat in silence, listening to the music and drinking the wine slowly. Maybe we talked a bit about the movie, I do not remember. Suddenly I looked into your beautiful sparkling green eyes and with an almost imperceptible silent agreement I leaned forward and kissed you, ever so gently and softly. You responded to my kiss. I could not have stopped, even if I wanted to. Your soft, warm lips were burning into mine. Our kiss deepened and I let my tongue press on your lips begging you to open and let me in. As you did, I slipped my tongue into your mouth finding your tongue waiting, just to start a sweet dance with mine. I tasted you, explored you, our tongues fighting, playing and parting. I heard your soft moans like beautiful music in my ears. I did not dare to move, but my hand had come up to hold your head and gently massage your neck. You held my other hand so tightly under the table. Time seemed to have stopped, and only our kiss was moving forward into eternity. The energy from the kiss sent tingles out in every corner of my body. In the end I reluctantly pulled away to gasp some air. I was totally breathless, not only by the lack of oxygen but also of lust. I just sat there, totally mesmerized by the look of pure desire in your eyes.
"Do you know how long I had wanted to do that….?" The sentences sort of stopped in midair. I could not believe that you have actually said it with that husky, Scottish accent that made my legs weak. I was in love, big time.
We had often been to the cinema together, but this time it was something special. We "celebrated" that we had met a year ago. You had taken me to this new fancy restaurant and it had been a very nice and cosy evening with good food and quite a lot of wine. I wanted to see this new comedy, and you had a bit reluctantly agreed to it. But actually I had ulterior motives.
When the lights went out I softly touched your hand, letting my hand rest in yours, entangling your fingers with mine. You did not withdraw your hand, but I could feel that your body tensed up. I took a look out of the corner of my eye. I could not help but to smile to myself. You looked paralyzed, but oh so amazingly gorgeous with that ruffled short dark hair, that I could have ravished you right there and then. But at the same time you looked so innocent and vulnerable that it pulled in my heart. I did not see much of the movie, because my attention was drawn to the touch of our hands. It ignited a fire in my body. I had difficulties breathing normally. The warmth of your hand made me tingle all over, and the thoughts of what those long strong fingers could do to me were almost unbearable. I did not see much, if any of the movie, but I had seen something else. When the movie ended and the light went on again, I squeezed your hand gently and let it go. I saw the look of pure confusion in your deep brown eyes and I smiled reassuringly to you. We walked towards that little café where we had come so many times.
As usual we ordered a glass of wine and moved to the back of the café where we could sit without much disturbance. We sat in silence, listening to the music and drinking the wine slowly. I looked into your eyes and with an almost imperceptible silent agreement you leaned forward and kissed me, ever so gently and softly. I responded to your kiss. I could not have stopped, even if I wanted to. Our kiss deepened and I let your tongue slip into my mouth to start a sweet dance with mine. I tasted you, explored you, our tongues fighting, playing and parting. I heard myself moan in delight by the sensation it caused in me. Your hand was gently massaging my neck, and I held your other hand so very tightly under the table. Time seemed to have stopped, and only our kiss was moving forward into eternity. The energy from the kiss sent tingles out in every corner of my body. In the end we both reluctantly pulled away to gasp some air. I was totally breathless, not only by the lack of oxygen but also of lust. I just sat there, totally mesmerized by the look of pure love in your eyes.
"Do you know how long I had wanted to do that….?" I said. The sentences sort of stopped in midair. I was in love, big time.
Chapter 6
You had invited me over for dinner. It was not like I had never been over at your house before, but that evening I saw everything in a completely different light. I had bought a bunch of red roses for you. I knew you liked roses, and red roses would tell you just how much I loved you.
I had dressed up nicely in a black suit with a matching shirt. But it was nothing compared with your appearance when you opened the door to let me in. You simply took my breath away. So very beautiful, never had I laid eyes on a more stunning woman. You wore a short tight skirt, showing your very shapely legs, and a nice green shirt. Your eyes were sparkling and your smile…, oh God, it was amazing, teasing, playful and very sexy. It went straight (so to speak) to my heart.
You liked the roses and blushed a little bit, while giving me that warm special look and yet another smile. I felt so nervous and gawky as I had not felt since my teenage years. You had prepared a wonderful dinner, and the evening went by in a nice atmosphere. We spoke a lot and laughed a lot. Oh that deep, almost dirty laughter of yours, it made funny things to my body. We ended up on the couch with another glass of red wine. But suddenly total silence fell upon us.
In silent agreement we both leaned forward and our lips met in a soft kiss, which very soon became more demanding and more passionate. I held you tight while we kissed. I wanted you so much, my desire almost tangible, and you must have noticed. When I looked into your eyes my desire was mirrored in them. Your eyes were not green anymore, but dark with passion and lust. I slipped my fingers trough your dark blond hair, so silky soft. My fingers traced the lines of your face. They touched your nose, your eyebrow and your soft lips. You took my fingers in you mouth and bit lightly on them, while looking very intensely in my eyes. I could have climaxed at the sight, but I had to ask you: "Are you sure this is really what you want?" "There is nothing else in the world I want to do more" was the simple answer, and that was all I needed to hear.
I had invited you over for dinner. You had been over for dinner before, but tonight was different. Tonight was the night where I would make you mine and a new beginning was to be ours.
And I was quite nervous. I had dressed up nicely in a tight black skirt and matching green shirt, and underneath some new stockings and lace underwear. But it was nothing compared with your appearance when I opened the door to let you in. You simply took my breath away. So amazingly gorgeous, never had I seen a more stunning woman. You wore a black suit and white shirt. Your brown eyes were cautious, but teasing with a twinkle and so very sexy. It went straight (so to speak) to my heart.
You had bought me a bunch of red roses, which I appreciated more that you could ever imagine, they told me you loved me. I smiled warmly to you. I had prepared a light dinner and the evening went by in a nice atmosphere. We spoke a lot and laughed a lot. Oh that low, sexy voice of yours, it made funny things to my body. We ended up on the couch with another glass of red wine. But suddenly total silence fell upon us.
In silent agreement we both leaned forward and our lips met in a soft kiss, which very soon became so much more demanding and passionate. You held me so tight while we kissed. I ached everywhere for your touch. When I looked into your eyes my desire, lust and love was mirrored in them. I slipped my fingers trough your soft black hair. Your fingers traced the lines of my face, touching my nose, my eyebrow and my lips. I took your fingers in my mouth and bit lightly on them, while looking very intensely in your eyes showing you all my love, passion and need. Then you asked with concerned voice "Are you sure this is really what you want?" "There is nothing else in the world I want to do more" was my true answer. It was all the confirmation you needed.
Chapter 7
I leaned in again for another kiss, and all conscious thoughts were abandoned. I started to unbutton your shirt, finding a very adoring white lace bra underneath. I cupped your full breast, squeezing it lightly drawing a low moan from you. I rested my palm against your very hard nipple and enjoy the sensation of soft and hard in my hand. You had managed to push my jacket off and started the unbuttoning of my shirt. Meanwhile my other hand had found its way up your thigh and up under your skirt. Oh my, you were wearing suspenders and from what I could feel lacy knickers. It made my heart race even more. When my fingers brushed against your warm centre, you growled deep in your throat and pulled my shirt off rather feverishly. I could feel the evidence of your growing arousal, and I so much want to make love to you all night. Clothes were quickly removed and soon you stood naked in front of me. I nearly fainted at the sight of your beautiful body. I took you in my arms while kissing you with a passion and need that I had never felt before with any other woman. I was so turned on by the mere sight of you. It was pure agony, but also a feeling of elevated ecstasy. I was floating, flying and free. I let my hands touch all of your most intimate and secret places, teasing and probing. Your moans grew in intension and you wrapped yourself tightly around me, holding me tight and passionately grinding your body on mine. I was so turned on by you. Our lovemaking went beyond slow, the need for release making the urgency take the lead instead. You came even before I had taken you, just from the mere touch of our bodies. But by claiming your mouth for another passionate kiss and slipping my fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out in an increasing speed matching your movements, I made you climax again. That was so amazing. You were so amazing. We made ourselves more comfortable in your bedroom and made hot, passionate, gentle and slow love all night long.
You leaned in for another kiss, and I more than willingly gave it to you. All my conscious thoughts were abandoned. You opened my shirt, and your hand cupped my breast, squeezing it lightly. I moaned at the sensation. You rested your palm against my erected nipple and I enjoy the sensation of your warm hand and your strong fingers massaging the flesh of my breast. I had managed to push of your jacket and I started to unbutton your shirt, slipping my hand in under your breast mirroring your motions. Meanwhile your other hand had found its way up under my skirt. Oh my, it made my heart race and the throbbing between my legs grew to an agonizing pain. When you fingers brushed against my warm centre, I could not help but to growl and pull your shirt off rather feverishly. I could feel your fingers making contact with the evidence of my growing arousal, and I so much want to make love to you all night. Clothes were quickly removed and soon you stood naked in front of me. I nearly fainted at the sight of your beautiful toned body. I took you in my arms while kissing you with a passion and need that I had never felt before with any man. I was so turned on by the mere sight of you and by your gentle caresses. It was pure agony, but also a feeling of elevated ecstasy. I was floating, flying and finally free for the first time in my life. Your hands touched all of my most intimate and secret places, teasing and probing. I moaned loudly and wrapped myself ever so tightly around you, passionately grinding my body on yours. I was so turned on by you. Our lovemaking went beyond slow, the need for release making the urgency take the lead instead. I came as I have never done before, even before you had finished your sweet assault on my body, just from the mere touch of our bodies together. I had wanted to hold back, but I simply could not. By claiming my mouth and slipping your fingers inside of me, moving in and out with an increasing speed matching my movements, you made me climax again. That was so amazing. You were so amazing. We made ourselves more comfortable in the bedroom and made hot, passionate, gentle and slow love all night long.
Chapter 8
When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you're still the one I love.
Looks like we made it.
Look how far we've come, my baby
We might-a took the long way.
We knew we'd get there some day.
They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on.
We're still together, still going strong
You're still the one.
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to.
You're still the one I want for life.
You're still the one.
You're still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight.
Ain't nothing better,
We beat the odds together.
I'm glad we didn't listen.
Look at what we would be missing.
They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on.
We're still together, still going strong
You're still the one.
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to.
You're still the one I want for life.
You're still the one.
You're still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight.
I'm so glad we made it.
Look how far we've come, my baby.
(Lyrics Shania Twain & R. J. Lange)
That was the beginning and the end. The end of our life as we knew them, and the beginning of our new life together. There were still issues between us that had to be cleared. I never had any doubt about what I wanted from you and how to make it happen. I wanted all of you, no holding back and no second thoughts. I really tried to make it obvious to you, but every time you became very defensive and I totally lost it and became angry, walking out on you. I did not know why you were so defensive and it scared me. You were also reluctant about us moving in together for good, even though we more or less spent all our time at your place, I did not understand your hesitation. You were always so warm, passionate and giving in our friendship (and definitely in bed), but sometimes you pushed me away needing your own space. I respected that, but what if you changed your mind about us as a couple having a relationship? You had some serious doubts that much I sensed, but I was not really aware what it was all about until later.
However, I did understand how difficult it was for you to suddenly change your lifestyle and to tell your friends and family about our relationship. It took time and I supported you through it all. Some had already guessed, some did not take it well and some needed time to digest the new you…, and me as your partner. Not everybody thought that we would last, seeing how we sometimes fought and how we managed to hurt each other. So rightly, not everything went smoothly.
We had our ups and downs, our heated temperament often getting the better of us, but one thing was never questioned between us, our love for each other. No matter how much we could fight and no matter how angry I became over your stubbornness and defensive behaviour I never ever stopped loving you, and I do not think that I could ever have survive being without you. And we always made up, showing just how much we loved each other. We also found our peace and strength to cope with it all by finally talking about everything like we had done in our friendship.
And here we are. Even after all these years together, I still cannot comprehend how much you affect me. How much I love you and how you make my body ache for you, just by that special look in your eyes. You are so gorgeous, and I am so lucky to be with you, to have a life and a family with you. Helen, you are my one and only true love, my soul-mate. We will be together here and on the other side.
That was the beginning and the end. The end of our life as we knew them, and the beginning of our new life together. There were still issues between us that had to be solved. I had no doubts about what I wanted from you, I wanted it all, but I had doubts about how to make it happen. I tried to make you understand, but every time you became fierce, ill-tempered and walked out on me. You were always so very gentle, caring and passionate in our friendship (and definitely in bed), but sometimes your temper flared making me totally stubborn and defensive. I was so afraid, what if you changed your mind about us as a couple having a relationship? You were the experienced lesbian, and what if I could not give you all the things you wanted, what if I could not live up to your expectations and not be enough for you, what if you left me… for someone else? That was my doubts and that was why I was so reluctant about us moving in together, even though we practically spent all our time at my place. But I am not sure you totally understood until much later.
And I had to change my lifestyle and to tell all my friends and family about our relationship. It took time, but you were very supportive about that. Some had already guessed, some did not take it well and some needed time to cope with the new me…, and you as my partner. Not everybody thought that we would last, seeing how we sometimes fought and how we managed to hurt each other. True, not everything was a quiet ride.
We had our tempestuous disagreements, our heated temperament often getting the better of us, but one thing was never questioned between us, our love for each other. No matter how much we could fight and no matter how infuriated I became over your temper tantrums, I never ever stopped loving you, and I do not think that I could ever have lived my life without you. And we always made up, showing exactly how much we loved each other. We also found our peace and strength to cope with it all by finally talking about everything like we had done during our friendship.
And here we are. Even after all these years together, I still cannot comprehend how much you affect me. How much I love you and how you make my body ache for you, just by the mere sight of you. You are so beautiful, and I am such a lucky woman to be with you, to have a life and a family with you. Nikki, you are my one and only true love, my soul-mate. We will be together here and on the other side.
The End