Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2006 21:51:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Megan McAfee <mcmegan@yahoo.com>
Subject: College: Love in Venice, Part 1

  My name is Megan. I'm 23, and most of these events happened about three
years ago around the time of my sister's wedding. I was 20, and a sophomore
at Loyola Marymount, a Catholic university which overlooks Marina del Rey
near Los Angeles. My sister Jillian is five years older than me, and we've
always been very close. She's always included in her circle of friends and
was always very protective. Growing up, I never had a lot of friends of my
own, since Jill and I were always hanging out together and with her
friends. We were a military family and we moved around a lot which was also
partly why we hung out so much together. I was always the baby in the
family. My dad is Irish and mom is mixed polynesian and fortunately I got
most of the best of both of them. I have thick reddish-brown hair and big
Polynesian lips, small dark brown eyes, light skin and freckles, if you
picture that, medium height and a very cute figure. My sister says I have a
Teddy Bear face.

  Anyway, about three weeks before the wedding, full-on preparations going,
my sister's best friend Dani calls and invites me to come over on Saturday
morning to get fitted for what I can only imagine is a hideous pink
bridesmaid dress. The fact that Dani is actually making the dress makes me
feel a little better, but you know how it is, once you sign up for the
bridesmaid thing, you are in it all the way. I already had bought the shoes
- to Jill's specifications - and she said to make sure I brought them.

  So Saturday morning, I'm off to Dani's wearing cutoff shorts and a
t-shirt and flip-flops. The pink heels in a paper bag. Dani's house is a
little (I mean little) cottage sort of a house near Venice Beach, CA, not
far from my school. Dani opens the door. She's wearing tight low-waisted
jeans and a tiny tank top with no bra. Light brown hair past her
shoulders. Perfect makeup and she smells nice - like some body splash she
just splashed on. I'm still a little intimidated around Dani. She is smart
and beautiful and organized and a few other things I only aspire to. She
was the one that all the guys wanted and a few of the girls I imagine. (I
have an active imagination.)  I've known her since I was about 10, and
since we moved so much she's one of the few friends we've had that
long. Only because her dad and my dad worked together and managed to get
transfers to the same bases about the same time, and now she was living in
LA. Ever since I was a kid, she was my older sister's cool (and a little
wild) friend, like a big sister to me too, and she was turning into this
gorgeous lady. Who smelled nice.

  Come on in she said. I left my slippers at the door. "Can I get you
something to drink?" she asked. Not much in the fridge so I went for
something described as "flavored malt beverage" on the label. The
dress-making operation took up most of the living room. The sewing machine
in the middle and pink satin everywhere. Still, the house had kind of a
half-empty feeling. She was living alone, but only because her boyfriend
had just recently moved out.

It was a nasty breakup. She came home early to find him screwing a girl
from his office. It caused a big rift between her and her brother too,
since her brother and her boyfriend worked together, and despite his
denials, she was sure he knew about it and took sides by not telling her
about it.

  "Shall we get started?" she asked. The dress was a long satin formal
halter dress with a very low back. There was just a spaghetti strap tied
midway across the back to keep it together and shape the bust a little
better. Pretty racy for a wedding I thought. The color struck a careful
balance between bland Pepto pink and hooker hot pants pink, and
surprisingly was kind of a bright sexy color. I peeled of the t-shirt and
shorts down to my bra and panties and stepped into the dress. When I
undressed said had something like "god, you are so cute!" in sisterly sort
of way.

  There was supposed to be a short zipper to close up bottom by the butt,
but she hadn't put the zipper in yet. Dani stepped behind me to fasten the
string halter behind my neck. She took the string from me and pulled my
hair aside to tie the halter string behind my neck. She straightened the
material and pinned and pulled. That's how we spent the morning: take the
dress off, sew, put dress back on, pin, pull, take dress off. I had another
flavored malt beverage. She had grabbed a ribbon and tied my hair into a
pony tail to keep it off my neck while she worked on the halter. How "Laura
Ashley" I thought. This girl does everything right. I was definitely
feeling the alcohol and I loved the feel of Dani's hands on the satin dress
as she pulled it tight across by butt. I could feel her breathing on my
neck as she lingered and smell her hair when it brushed up against my
face. She stopped to step back and have a look. She just looked for a long
time. Her eyes moved up the dress and down, and she looked at my eyes. "You
have the most beautiful eyes" she said. I flushed a bit. Then she said: "I
need to see the back without the bra on."  I untied the two little string
bows, the one behind my neck and the one behind my back, and let the front
of the dress drop while I took off my bra and tossed it onto the little
pile of my shorts and t-shirt on the couch. She came around and tied the
dress behind me and studied the back a bit and adjusted the rear again. She
came around to the front again and saw what I was hoping she wouldn't
notice - my erect nipples poking through the thin satin of the halter
top. The string in the back pulled the top just below my breasts and the
result left little to the imagination. (Or maybe a lot depending on your
imagination.)  She smiled a rascally smile.

  "There's no way I can wear this in front a church full of people" I said.

  She said "I just hope it's not air conditioned." She was teasing me.

  "I'm assuming there's a lining?" I said.

  She stood for a minute taking in the effect; I thought she might be
enjoying my embarrassment.

  "You finished?"  I asked.

  She paused. "You have panty lines" she said.

  Ok. "What the hell" I thought. The two wine coolers and no lunch had
loosened me up a bit. I started gathering up the dress in my hands from the
bottom so I could pull my panties down.

  "Stop" she said. "You're wrinkling it."  She kneeled down in front of me
and lifted up the front of the dress about a foot. "May I?" she asked.

  "Go right ahead". I'm thinking "what next, a strip tease."  (A little
sarcasm to oneself is useful in almost any situation.)  She reached up into
the dress and pulled at the panties. The dress was tight around the hips so
she had to work them a little to get them off. They joined the pile of
clothes on the couch. "That was fun" I thought, without a hint of
sarcasm. She stepped back and we both surveyed the result in the mirror. I
gave her a sexy little smile and a pose for fun. "Very nice" she agreed.

  She worked a little pinning the hem, and when she was finished, came
around behind me to untie the dress and work the newly installed zipper. I
was looking ahead into the mirror in front of us. I could see her looking
at both of us in the mirror as she took longer than necessary to open the
dress and remove the ribbon holding my pony tail and help my hair fall into
place. She let the front fall open and smiled at me in the mirror. Then she
put arms around me from behind and hugged me tight and said "you are such a
cutie!" It was playful and flattering. We were cheek-to-cheek. I wanted to
play along and give her a quick kiss on the cheek, but as I turned my head
toward her, she turned to look at me and I wound up sort-of kissing her on
the lips. It was awkward, but no mistaking it was a kiss, and it
surprisingly, it felt like - an ice breaker. I felt that little "first
kiss" rush. No doubt the second one would be easier. If there was a second,
which wasn't completely clear, given this one was mostly an accident. She
let go, and we tried to brush off the uncertainty of the moment.

 "You hungry" she asked, eager to change the subject.

  "Starved" I said.

  "Great, let's walk down to the pier!"

  The boardwalk in Venice California on Saturday afternoon is a magnet for
street performers, body builders, and people of every persuasion, mixed in
with all the Venice regulars and tourists. It makes for great people
watching and there are lots of sidewalk cafes and tourist shops. She looked
at my clothes on the couch. Would you like some long pants to wear? It
might be cool outside by the time we get back. "Ok, sure." She's about two
inches taller than me, and thin. She tossed me a pair of white painter's
pants, and left for some other part of the house. I stepped out the dress
and put the pants on without panties. That's pretty daring for me, but I
thought it would feel good wearing her clothes against my bare skin. They
fit snugly and were soft and comfortable. I tucked in the t-shirt and when
she came back with her keys she had changed into a clean white buttoned
shirt and we left to walk the four blocks to the beach.

  We ate lunch and then walked around the shops, tried on sunglasses and
just hung out for a while. We saw something terribly funny; I think it was
an old man in a red, white and blue muscle shirt with a very bad
hairpiece. We laughed so hard we had to hold on to each other to keep from
falling over.

  "Hey look, the sun is setting" she said. She wanted to walk out on the
sand and watch the sun go down. Seagulls circled and squawked, and a breeze
was blowing up from the ocean. We sat close together, cross-legged, aware
that our knees were touching. It the first time we hadn't been talking
non-stop and neither of us was quite sure what to do. Should we kiss again?
In public? I didn't know if she even wanted to or what she would
do. Minutes passed in silence. The burning red dot blinked out and the
moment was gone. We got up and walked back to the boardwalk without saying
anything. I think that was that moment that I realized how much I wanted
her. Sometimes it's the chances you don't take that tell you as much as the
ones you do. I was so frustrated thinking this whole day was leading up to
this one moment, and we had totally blown this chance that we might never
have again. I would just go home after a fun day together and we would just
go on with our lives. We walked home, sometimes brushing up against each
other, and it was more dark than light by the time we got back inside. I
walked over to the living room to collect my stuff.

  She put her keys down and started walking toward me as she said "You can
hang on to the pants if you want."

  "No I don't need to, I'll just change..."

  "Please, bring them back next time" she said, and it sounded so much like
"Please let there be a next time" maybe more than she intended.

  She could I had already unbuttoned the pants and reached to grab my
hands, but her timing was off and by the time she reached my hands to pull
them away, the zipper was already all the way down, and she caught my hands
at the bottom of the zipper. We both looked down at out our hands hanging
together in the space between us, and the mound of brown fur spilling out
of the open zipper. Just for a second, then she must have realized it when
I did, there was no reason to be holding each other's hands anymore except
that it just felt good and neither of us wanted to let go. We looked up and
our eyes met. She had beautiful green eyes. It was just one of those
moments when you just knew what was going to happen next. We leaned forward
and our lips met. Tenderly at first, exploring, tasting, moistening our
lips. Then we pulled each other tightly and our tongues slid against each
other and rolled through each other's mouths. I arched my neck back so I
could feel her salty sweet saliva running down my throat.

  We kissed for a long time, hugging each other tightly. She was holding
the waistband of my pants in back to keep them from falling off. Then she
let go and I could feel her delicate hands exploring the curves of my naked
ass. The pants silently inched downward past my bare legs and knees and
settled around my ankles.

  I wanted to feel her breasts. I pulled her shirt out of her jeans and
slid my hands inside and felt the beautiful roundness of her breasts. I
worked by fingers inside her bra and brushed her nipples and heard her
purring softly under her breath in my ear. She briefly lost her balance as
I squeezed and kneaded her breasts and she had to take a step backwards to
catch herself. I had to take a step forward to keep from falling over too,
but instead I tripped over the pants that were still wrapped around my
ankles. We screamed and tumbled onto the floor laughing. She rolled over on
her back pulling me on top of her. She spread her legs and I nestled in
between, grinding by pussy against the crotch of her jeans while she worked
the pants off my ankles with her feet.

  I loved the feeling of humping her jeans. I felt sexy and powerful. The
only times I had ever had sex were with guys and I'm pretty sure I was
always the one on my back getting humped. She ran her fingers down my back
and resumed exploring the naked curve of my ass. She found my tailbone with
her finger, and then slowly slid a moistened finger all the way down the
groove of my ass to caress the folds between my legs. I had to stop kissing
for a moment and suck a breath of air as the nearly unbearable took my
breath away.

  She started to sit up and then we stood, and she led me by the hand into
her bedroom. "Are you ok?" she asked before inviting me into the bed. I was
shaking slightly. "I think I need some more wine."  She lit some candles,
went to the kitchen and poured a couple of chilled glasses from the
fridge. I sat on the edge of the bed, still wondering what I was doing, but
I loved that it seemed so - forbidden; having sex with a woman. She offered
me the glass of wine and we both sat on the edge of the bed and kissed. It
felt so good. I took a big gulp put the glass on the bed table. I walked
around in front of her. I was wearing just my t-shirt and a bra. I touched
her shoulders gently and she eased back onto the bed as I unbuttoned the
top of her jeans. I pulled the zipper down so slowly I could almost count
the teeth clicking past, revealing the clean white bikini underneath. It
was exactly the same color as her white Oxford shirt. It was the most
exciting thing I had ever done in my entire life.

  I pull jeans down and off her long legs. I unbuttoned her shirt slowly
and unhooked her bra in front, kissing her chest and her naked breasts as
the blouse opened. With my tongue I explored the soft margin where her
breasts rose out of her chest. She reached down between my legs and traced
her finger in a circle across the labia. It was too much. My knees buckled
and I hit the floor in heap. She sat up and looked over the edge of the
bed.

  "Are you ok?"

  "Yeah, I'm fine." I said, but thinking "yeah, that was smooth."

  I climbed onto the bed (for safety's sake) and we slide around so we're
facing each other as we lay on the bed. We looked into each other's eyes
for a moment; I was thinking how lucky I was feeling to be in this new
relationship with someone I cared about so much. I hoped she was thinking
something like that too. She slid closer and we kissed long, passionate
kisses. I started exploring her pussy for the first time. First outside her
panties and then inside. She took a quick breath as I slid my hand under
the elastic.

  We climbed naked under the thick down comforter. We teased and caressed
each other's pussies, shoving our fingers deep inside until we came. We
pressed and rubbed each other's cunt with legs and knees. Then, with her at
the head of the bed, and me at the other end, our pussies met in the
middle, our legs entwined, our hands clasped, pulling our bodies together,
squirming and twisting until we came again.

And then we just lay there, at opposite ends of the bed. Looking up at the
candle dancing on the ceiling, rhythmic and meaningless, like a bird's
song. Our legs overlapping, arms at our side or lying comfortably on the
other's smooth bare leg. A muffled phone was ringing in the other
room. Neither of us moved.

  "I think that's mine" I said still looking at the ceiling.

  "Hmm" she said. The phone rang some more.

  "Maybe I'll get up" I said unconvincingly.

  "Ok" she said.

  I was thinking some more about getting up when the phone stopped
ringing. I lay there for another minute, savoring the silence. I got up and
padded into the living room trying to remember which paper bag or pair of
pants the phone was in. Dani went into the bathroom. I returned the call,
standing naked in her dark living room. "Hi mom, it's Meg."  "Yeah, I'm
still at Dani's" "Everything's fine." I think I'm going to hang out here
tonight."  Dani walked into the living room in a short robe. "...working on
the dresses.. we might catch a video or something." "Ok, see you tomorrow."
"Bye mom." I put my arms over my head and did a little victory dance. We
went into the kitchen and raided the fridge in the dark for snacks. The
only light coming from the open door, and we brought the rest back into the
bedroom on a plate.

  We stayed up a few more hours talking, and then fell asleep in other's
arms. The next morning, it was a beautiful Sunday in LA. I went into the
bathroom to put some cold water on my face, and see if I still had any
makeup on. As I patted my face with a towel. Dani was putting her hair
up. She casually said "I'm taking a shower. Care to join me?"  "Sure."  She
put my hair up like hers, turned the water on and let it run until steam
rolled from the open shower door. We took turns covering each other with
way too much soap, and sliding our slippery bodies together to see what it
felt like.

  The subject of eating pussy had not come up last night. I wasn't sure how
much experience Dani with other girls, but the concept of oral sex was
something I thought I might have to work up to. Seeing her naked body in
the shower, with the water pouring down her stomach and streaming from her
wet pubic hair, it looked inviting. I was thinking I might like to try it,
except it was still morning and I couldn't figure out how get down there in
the shower without getting my hair wet. As we were drying off I suggested
we get some breakfast. "My treat" I offered as an added bonus. I wanted to
see how long I could stay in this dream world before having to face actual
reality again.

  Walking back from breakfast, I asked her how she planned on finishing the
dresses since it took three hours of fitting to finish mine. Well, she
explained that Chelsea probably wouldn't want hers too fitted, and Sandra
will probably want to do her own alterations, etc. etc. "Well actually, it
only takes about an hour, I just liked dressing and undressing you, but I
could probably use some help with mine when we get back."  I gave her a
little shove as we walked.

  We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out, watching TV, reading the
paper and talking. We were starting to feel like a couple. As we snuggled
on the couch, she called me her "Meg McMuffin". (My dad is Irish and I have
one of those McLastNames that's given me a few nicknames growing up.)

  I turned and looked deeply into her eyes. "Daniella, will you promise me
something."

  "Sure Meg. You know I would do anything for you."  She really meant it.

  "Promise me you'll never call me that again."  We had a good laugh.

  As the afternoon light faded to dusk, the realization that I really did
have class tomorrow and she had a job, and that I was going to have to go
home eventually was sinking in. I called mom again. "Hi mom."  "still
here." "I won't be out late."  "Ok, don't wait on dinner for me."  "Ok bye,
love you."  Wow. Leaving was not going to be easy.

  I told Dani "I have a paper due tomorrow. I have to write three pages on
"Political Challenges to Japanese Banking Reform."  The Prof. required at
least one resource from somewhere other than the Internet, so I mentioned I
had to stop by the library on the way home.

  I collected my stuff and we sat on the couch and hugged for a long
time. Just holding each other rocking very slightly back and forth. I could
feel my eyes watering, and then a drop escaped. I wiped my cheek with my
hand and shook off the impending waterworks before they started. I was
pretty sure we were going to have "the relationship talk". Probably not
now, maybe soon.  Should be interesting.

  Still hugging, I said "I had a great time this weekend."

  "Yeah, me too." she said, then "I miss you already."

  "Maybe we can have lunch during the week or something."

  "I would love too, call me."

I ran to my car and headed for the library.  Feeling sad, feelling lucky,
feeling horny, damn this is going to be good.


Copyright 2006 Meg McCaffee