Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 23:39:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Cassandra Whitehead Subject: Garden of Eve (3) It had been a week since Eve and Jackie had spoken, and Mike had finally noticed this growing silence. So, being the matchmaker that he was, he invited both women over to his house, but unknown to him, he wasn't going to be there. Eve was the first to arrive. When she walked up to the door, she noticed a note. It read, "Door is unlocked. Let yourself in. I'm running a little late." Eve walked into the house, and Mike's German Shepard, Pooh, jumped on her. "Get off, Pooh." Eve yelled as the dog continued to lick her pants. She walked into the kitchen to find that dinner was already made and placed on the dining room table. Mike was a wonderful cook and he had outdone himself tonight. There was a roasted chicken, string beans, corn, what had to be homemade bread, and red wine. Eve was about to sample the chicken when she heard a knock on the door. Mike must have his hands full, she thought as she walked toward the door. She opened the door to find a shocked Jackie standing there. "What are you doing here?" Eve asked. "I was about to ask you the same question." "Mike invited me over for dinner." "Really, he invited me too." The women stood there for a moment looking at each other, when Jackie's cell phone began to ring. "Hello. Mike where are you?" Eve listened in, as Mike began to tell Jackie how tired he was of the silence that was going on between them, and that he wanted them to sit, eat, and talk it out. Jackie closed her phone at looked at Eve. "I guess it'll just be us then." "I guess so." Eve replied and moved back to allow Jackie into the house. They fixed their plates, and ate in silence. It wasn't until they began to clean that Eve had had enough. As she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher she asked the question that she was dying to know the answer to. "So what's wrong Jackie? What did I do that made you dislike me so quickly?" Jackie had been putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher, and almost dropped a glass when she heard Eve's voice. "You didn't do anything. It's me." Eve closed the dishwasher and turned toward Jackie. "What do you mean it's you?" "I don't what to talk about it." Eve moved a little closer to her. "Please, I need to know what's going on. What happen?" "That massage happen." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She turned her back to Eve, facing the opposite counter, and began to put the plates away. "The massage? What you didn't enjoy it?" Eve was completely confused. What in the world did that massage have to do with anything? "No, I enjoyed it. Maybe a little too much." "What do you mean too much?" Eve needed to hear her say it, needed to know if it was at all possible that Jackie could feel the way she felt. "I mean that I enjoyed having you touch me, and that was wrong. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me." "You enjoyed my touch?" If Jackie was looking at Eve, she would see the smile that was beginning to play across her lips. She couldn't believe her ears. Jackie enjoyed her touch. She knew that it was time to make her move. Whatever happened after today would be on Jackie, but Eve was now ready to do what she had been wanting to do for so long. She walked up behind Jackie, and placed a hand on either side of her body. She leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I enjoyed touching you. Your skin is so smooth. I could touch you all day. As a matter of fact, I've dreamed about touching you all day, and all night." Eve kissed Jackie on the back of her neck, and heard as Jackie quickly inhaled. She knew she had her. She placed her hands on Jackie's waist and turned her around so that they were face to face. That feeling was once again back in her stomach, as she looked Jackie in her eyes. As slowly as possible, she leaned in toward Jackie, giving her time to move away if she wanted to. When she didn't move, Eve closed the gap between them, and their lips touched in their first soft kiss. It was a simple brush on the lips, but they both felt the fire growing between them. Eve kissed her again, this time with more pressure. Their lips began to press against each other, when Jackie, not Eve, opened her mouth and licked Eve's lips with her tongue. Eve happily opened her mouth and their tongues began dance against each other. Eve wrapped her arms around Jackie and began to gentle rub her back and her neck. Jackie placed her arms around Eve's neck, pulling her closer into the kiss. Eve allowed her mouth too slowly drift away from Jackie's lips, and her tongue made a path from her lips to her neck. Jackie felt like she was dying as Eve kissed and slightly bit her neck. Suddenly Jackie realized what was going on. She was kissing Eve. As quickly as the kiss had begun, Jackie pushed Eve away, breaking contact. Without saying a word, she ran from the kitchen toward the front door. "Jackie, wait." Eve ran to try and catch her, but when she reached the door, Jackie was already at her car. Eve watched as she drove away, hoping that she hadn't just messed up something wonderful.