Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2006 20:43:48 -0800 (PST) From: Megan McAfee Subject: College: Love in Venice, Part 2 Dani and I were only able to see each other once in the three weeks before we left for Hawaii for my big sister Jill's wedding. We met for lunch at a Mexican restaurant in Marina del Rey, and we sat together at a table in a sunny patio, eyeing each other hungrily. The food was delicious but a distant second, and after a Margarita each in the sun, we were feeling pretty warm and friendly. We left together brushing shoulders as walked. I figured I had barely enough time to get to class, so we walked back to my car. What was supposed to be one goodbye kiss turned into four or five which turned into a full- blown makeout session, and we spent the next half an hour kissing and feeling each other up in the front seat of my Honda. Making out with this girl again felt forbidden and erotic. I loved the smell of her clothes and the softness of her hair and the way her hands felt gently touching my bare legs inside my loose-fitting summer dress. I was fascinated with her breasts. With my eyes closed and our lips pressed together I could feel the texture of her linen shirt and underneath it, the lace and seams of her bra. When I squeezed I could feel her breast in my hand both soft and firm. I ran my fingers across the highest point searching for her nipple pushing against the padding just below where the cups turned to lace and then disappeared so I could feel the roundness of her breast with nothing but a layer of cloth under my fingers. She stroked my legs with just her fingertips while we kissed, sliding them between my legs almost to where my legs met but never touching my panties with more than a seemingly accidental brush. I was sure my soaking crotch would leave a wet spot on the back of my dress where I was sitting on it, so I pulled my dress up behind me and sat inside it. My t-back panties barely covered my ass against the hot leather seat. Dani laughed at me and I kissed her on the mouth. Then shoving my tongue deep into her mouth, I slid it in and out with long insistent strokes, face-fucking this incredible girl. I held her tightly and could feel my nipples harden as she ran the tiniest tip of her tongue up the side of my neck. She painted the edge of my ear with her moist tongue and then held my ear lobe between her teeth and gently sucked on it. Time seemed to stop and I wasn't sure I was even breathing. The time thing apparently only worked inside my car, because somewhere in the halls of LMU, three miles away, a bell was ringing and my 1:30 lit class was starting with one less scholar. We stopped kissing when we noticed some guys across the parking lot gathering to watch the show but trying not to look too obvious about it. We turned away and laughed for a bit, and then I started up the car and turned out of the parking lot into the residential street where it dead-ended against the canal at the south end of the marina. We sat holding hands while the occasional boat slid past. I kept expecting the "relationship" talk to start any moment, right after the next boat went by. I figured there were only two questions: The first was whether we were actually in a relationship, which seemed pretty obvious since we could hardly keep our hands off other and I was giving us both credit for knowing a good thing when we saw it. The second question was whether we were going to tell people about it. That seemed like a simpler proposition for her, since everyone who wasn't already in denial knew she had girlfriends before and the folks who were already in denial would probably be content to stay there. Plus, she had the sympathy factor; her cheating ex-fiancé was at the top of everyone's shit list. Sure, she might get some heat for seducing innocent me, but that was minor compared to what I could be in for. My parents weren't the most liberal minded folks, and I was still living at home where they pretty much made the rules. It could get ugly. Then again, they could always play dumb and opt for denial. I was hoping dumb wins out over ugly, but either way, it could get ugly. What I most didn't want was to be the "closet" partner in that cliché scene from every gay couple movie, where the "out" partner gets their nose bent out of shape because the "closet" partner doesn't love them enough to kiss in public, introduce her to her parents, or whatever the imaginary issue was. Her parents already knew my parents (and kissing in public apparently wasn't a problem for us) but I was definitely not "out" in any sense of the word. I knew I loved her and we would have to figure it out sooner or later, but I was hoping for later. While we were having this whole conversation (in my head), she turned to me and said "Are you ok? You're lost in space." "Yeah I'm fine." "Do you want to take me back to me car?" "Sure, the paparazzi must be gone by now." We drove back to her car and promised to meet again and phone when we could. The next week I sat next to her on the plane to Hawaii, holding hands under a blanket during the movie. Honolulu was a blast, and since we were the only two single girls there, we went everywhere together, picking up stuff for the wedding and hanging out. The wedding and reception were at one of those big hotels in Waikiki. Dani was the maid of honor and she looked amazing. At the reception we danced together and hugged and figured it just looked like innocent wedding fun. Our full-contact slow dance raised a few eyebrows, but by then everyone figured (correctly) we had plenty to drink. It's traditional in our family for the whole wedding party to crash the honeymoon suite at the end of the reception, which we all did, requiring Dani and I to double up in one of the guest chairs. We took turns sitting on each other's lap or with our arms wrapped around each other squeezed in hip to hip. I was getting pretty worked up by the time my sister had enough and finally pushed us all out the door. Most of the rest of the group had peeled off or headed to their own rooms by the time we found Dani's room. She swiped the card key and opened the door. She yanked me inside and had me pinned up against the wall with her tongue down my throat before the door even slammed shut. We kicked off our shoes and jumped on the bed, wrapping our arms around each other. She felt amazing in her satin gown. It was tight around her waist and fit her perfectly. I pulled the pins out of her hair and let it fall onto the bed behind her. We kissed and undressed each other on the bed. As our dresses fell away we sat face to face for a few minutes, admiring and caressing each other's breasts before laying our dresses over the nearest chair. We crawled naked under the covers and snuggled with our legs and arms entwined, savoring the exquisite unfamiliar feeling of smooth skin on skin. We kissed as our hands found each other's private places, our fingers copying each other's movements until we knew exactly what the other wanted. I bit into her bare shoulder as the first orgasm hit me with her fingers deep inside me. We were lying back on the bed resting for a moment when the lights above our heads suddenly came on. (No, the imaginary ones.) I knew exactly what she was thinking: "Is there a mini-bar in here?" It even had a little ice cube tray and we mixed a couple of rum and cokes. When we got back to lovemaking again, Dani slid down under the covers. She spread my legs apart as she settled in between them. I could feel her hair sliding up my legs and gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs. Then I felt her tongue gently licking my throbbing clit. She explored each of the swollen folds one at a time, and then slid her tongue deep inside me, her face mashed between my legs. I reached for her head under the blankets and ran my fingers through her unbelievably soft brown hair. The feeling was so exquisite, to call it sex hardly qualifies. I came again with her fingers flicking my clit as she kissed the inside of my thighs. She lit a scented candle in the bathroom and pulled me in by the hand. We showered in the dark with a candle burning in the bathroom. (Who brings candles to a hotel?) This girl thought of everything. We rinsed in the hot steamy bath and squeezed each other's breasts. We climbed back into bed and hugged and snuggled. We were still warm from the shower and the air conditioner was off. I curled my legs under me so I could kneel on the bed beside her. I began licking and kissing her perfect small breasts. First, just one nipple: a hot french kiss until it was wet and slippery and erect. My fingers joined in and slid under my tongue it as I licked them all together. I enjoyed the feeling of licking my own fingers as they touched her erect nipple and areola. I continued teasing her nipple with my wet fingers as I started working on the second with my lips and tongue. I could feel the hard place between her breasts vibrate almost imperceptibly as she purred a contented low moan. I kissed and tongued my way down the middle of her stomach and pushed the covers down to her knees. The slightest valley appeared down the middle of her stomach every time it tensed instinctively in response to my touch. I wet the inside of her navel with my tongue and headed down to her soft dark mound. My tongue traced the line between dark and light where her bikini separated her tanned legs from the private places where I was now going. She spread her legs a little wider as I lowered my head down between her legs. I closed my eyes and was immersed in the smell, warm and heady like fresh baked bread. I probed her innermost fold with my tongue until I was rewarded with the taste, salty and sweet that wept from her most private place. I wanted her so badly. I wanted my tongue very deep inside her. Dani was squirming and I could feel her hands on my ass as I continued the make-out session with her pussy. I was still on my knees, but with my ass in the air and my legs apart as she squeezed her head between my legs and brought my aching vagina to her mouth. We made love to each other's pussies until we came in waves. We rolled onto our sides and locked our legs around each other's necks and squeezed the last drop of ecstasy out of the orgasm. A few minutes later we were in the shower again, drained and glowing and in love. We talked most of the night and watched TV, and we fell asleep under covers naked and spooning. That's how we woke up the next morning, lying in bed when Dani's phone rang. I admired her legs as she bent over to fish the ringing thing out of her purse. The hotel clock on the nightstand read 9:50. She answered the phone: "Hi Jill." (Oh crap! It was my sister.) Dani looked at me and smiled. I shot her a panicked look. Not that I mind hearing from sister, it's just that we were all supposed to meet downstairs for breakfast at 10:00. I was buff-naked and all my clothes were in my room. I listened to one side of the conversation: "Looking for Meg?" "Umm, no, she's here." "Just hanging out." "Ok, see you there." "Did you have to tell her I was here?" I complained. "No, but she said she's been trying to call you. I'm sure we could hide you until she called the police or something." I realized my phone had been turned off since the ceremony and I was starting to feel that "out" partner, "closet" partner scene from the Lifetime TV movie sinking into my stomach. I was thinking of that whole conservation we never had in my car at the marina. The problem with having these relationship conversations only in your head is that you have to keep bringing everyone else up to speed. Dani was trying to be cool. I didn't realize it, but she was also worried what her best friend was going to think about her sleeping with her little sister. She was afraid it was going to come between her and Jill or Jill and me. That conversation would also have to wait. "We need to find you some clothes" she said and opened her suitcase. It was, of course, neatly organized. Jeans and pants, underwear, blouses all had their own section. She found some clothes she thought would work, and put on a sundress hanging in the closet. I was still searching for my underwear from last night. (Could be just about anywhere.) There was a knock at the door. "Hi Dani, it's Jill. Can I come in?" (What the hell was she doing here?) Dani tried to cover: "We're still getting dressed, I'll meet you downstairs." "That's ok, it's just me, let me in." I found my underwear just in time. I gave Dani an exaggerated look of resignation and ran for the bathroom, grabbing the clothes from the bed. Dani opened the door and chatted with Jill in the room while I threw on the borrowed clothes and some of Dani's makeup, stopping only long enough to bury the blouse in my face and take in that precious mixture of smells that seems to follow her around and linger where she's been. I flushed the toilet hoping to excuse my absence. I stepped barefoot out of the bathroom, looking pretty cute in a short white denim skirt and pink blouse. The skirt was a little tight but it worked. I didn't have a bra because the backless dress lying on the chair didn't need one. Jill gave me the once-over while Dani brushed her hair and put on a little makeup. Jill was trying to decide if or why I was wearing some of Dani's clothes. There was no hiding the two bridesmaid dresses draped over the chair and the two dented pillows on the very messed-up bed. The empty glasses on each side with the melted ice in the bottom and the scatter of miniature liquor bottles from the mini-bar pretty well rounded out the picture. "You girls have a party last night?" "Oh well, something like that." "Watched some movies", etc. we both offered various explanations sometimes talking at the same time, trying to sound non chalant. Jill rolled her eyes and waved a little dismissal. Dani put on a pair of white stylish sandals and I put on her rubber flip-flop sandals; the kind everyone in Hawaii calls "slippers." Jill looked at me suspiciously, trying to figure out if they were mine or Dani's. I just smiled innocently. We went down to the restaurant to meet up with the family. Most of the breakfast party had already arrived. I sat next to Dani, who sat next to my sister Jill, followed by Jill's husband Jack (really, no kidding), Jill's friend Sandy, Sandy's boyfriend, then Jack's mom and dad and my mom and dad. Dani's dad (my dad's old Navy pal) sat next to my dad, followed by Dani's mom, my uncle Patrick and aunt Sheila and back to me. Dani's dad is dark and handsome and her mom, blonde and fun but with a kind of smart elegance. My dad, red-haired and Irish, is handsome and athletic. My mom is more on the exotic side and mostly Polynesian. The intensity of her black eyes is a contrast to the sly twinkle in my dad's. I got the best of each: thick dark brown hair I wear long, and a cute round face with freckles and my mom's dark brown eyes. I have big full lips, nice round breasts and a small waist that accentuates my equally nice small round ass. Dani is a few inches taller, with shoulder-length brown hair and a thin, graceful body. I ordered macadamia nut pancakes with whipped butter and lilikoi syrup and a side of pork hash with fresh guava juice and coffee. I made a note to take Dani running later and burn off some of this enormous breakfast. Jill was in a good mood and still the center of attention. She's a nice person and I love her dearly, but she likes to tease and doesn't always think before she says something. At this moment, this scared the hell out of me because I knew she was practically bursting to work my and Dani's sleepover into the conversion. Halfway through breakfast, mom, innocently picking up a lull in the conversation said: "So, you and Dani have been spending a lot of time together. Did you have fun last night?" I was toast. Jill poked Dani. "They make such a cute couple, I think they were having all kinds of fun last night." Dani shot her a narrow gaze but it missed. "It seemed like they were in a hurry to get to bed." Jill baited. Mom, of course missed the point. "Yes, it was a long day, weren't we all." Jill was laughing at mom's expense and she and Dani were nudging each other playfully. Dani was trying to be good sport. I was hoping Jill would let up. Jill, still laughing said "Mom, did you know Meg spent the night with Dani?" Mom, still not making the connection, said "Yes dear I know..." Jill looked confused. "Huh?" Mom continued "...that was three weeks ago dear." If I was toast before, I was now burnt toast. Jill was dancing in her chair. "Ha! I knew it! You two are doing it." "Jill, stop it, that's soo none of your business." I hissed. Mom was starting to come around: "What the hell is she talking about?" Jill, of course, filled in the details and Mom went in for the kill: "Are you two having sex?" "Mom! It's nothing. It's private." I could feel myself getting flushed and disoriented as the bag that held my private life was turned inside out in front the family's inner circle. There was no stopping mom and she rambled on. When she got to "Have thought about your dad's career?" It started a sarcastic banter between my dad and Dani's hoping to lighten the mood. "Yeah that poor Dick Cheney, he'll never get elected President." "Yup, 'have to settle for Vice President" Of course referring to our VP's very openly lesbian daughter. Mom was pissed. "Whose side are you on?" "Dear, I'm not on anyone's side. I think we should leave her alone" offered dad. I caught Dad's eye and mouthed a silent Thank You, but I was feeling abandoned by everyone else. The table was silent for a moment. Mom got the last word: "We'll talk about this later." I couldn't take it. "No we won't!" I said. I got up from the table, wound my way around through the restaurant and escaped into the lobby. I found a sofa to hide in, trying so hard to keep it together. "Don't cry. Don't let her get to you." I was telling myself while hurt, pissed and mortified all fought to get to the front of the line. The table must have been pretty quiet after that. Dani excused herself politely: "I think I'll go see if she's ok." My sister got up too. "No I'll go. It was my fault." They walked together into the lobby. My sister apologized. "Look Dani, I'm sorry. I..." "Don't worry about it Jill." Dani said. "It just happened and, well, you've been kind of busy." They found me in the lobby and sat down on either side of me on the sofa. I ignored Jill and threw my arms around Dani and hugged her tightly, still holding back tears. We didn't need to talk. She said softly "We'll work it out." I nodded my head against her neck. That was the whole of our "relationship talk". We were officially together. "Let's get out of here." I said. We walked out of the hotel and down Ala Wai Boulevard, past the tourist shops and hotels, sometimes holding hands or with our arms around each other's waist or arm in arm. We made it all the way to the beach park where we sat together on a park bench and looked at the ocean. Dani put her head on my shoulder. The phone rang in my purse. "I guess they're looking for us." I assured everyone we were fine and we would be back later. Then we walked some more. We passed a Japanese noodle shop and I pulled Dani inside. A tiny middle-aged woman greeted us with "Irashai!" as we came in the door. We had the house specialty of course, giant bowls of tempura udon. It was comfort food: bone-white slippery-chewy noodles as thick as a pencil in a delicious soup with long strips of crispy tempura on top. We took a cab back to the hotel after the sun went down. I was hoping we could make it through the hotel without anyone in my family seeing us. Thankfully we did, back to my room. I wanted to wear my own clothes again. We kicked off our sandals and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed. Dani's hand explored my breasts through my blouse, her blouse actually. It felt so good I told her I might have to give up bras altogether. She caressed and cupped my breasts until we fell back on the bed laughing. I landed on my back and pulled her on top of me. Unable to break our kiss, I spread my legs and guided her lithe body over me until our pubic mounds met and strained against our clothes searching for just the right spot to push. It was hard to spread my legs apart in the short white skirt. The skirt was hiked up above my panties and wrapped tight around my hips. I felt the curves of Dani's hips through her dress. The soft material slid easily over her skin and between her legs as my hands ravished her curves. I closed my eyes. My only contact with the world became the places where we touched; our lips, breasts, pussies, our pounding hearts. Jill said she would talk to the peeps. Dad will be ok. Mom will come around eventually. I couldn't just choose not to love her even if I tried. We would find a way to see each other. But that problem could wait. Right now, I didn't care. I just needed to get this skirt off. Copyright 2006 Meg McAfee