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Authors: Kathleen S. Molligger
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CHAPTER FIVE
I thought I had had orgasms in the past, but they were nothing compared to what Kathy gave me. The fact that she had a simultaneous orgasm made it all the better, as though our bodies had composed a climactic symphony.
She roared and clutched me close as my mind exploded in orgasm. My heart burt. My mind raced. My clit tinged and throbbed and buzzed beneath Kathy's incredible tongue.
Kathy seemed a bit cold through the dinner, as though she was upset about something, but when I asked her about it, she just shrugged me off, said that everything was fine. We had gone out to celebrate the final separation of me and Jim. We weren't going to be able to divorce for another year, but he had moved out and we both agreed that the marriage was over.
We were back at the Gulping Gulch, too early for it to really be a bar and nightclub, it was still just a trashy restaurant with a big bar. Only a handful of women were there, in pairs and foursomes, laughing and sharing cocktails. Kathy and I seemed to be the only ones who weren't dating.
"It's October ninth," I said, giggling. We were just finishing the meal, waiting for the check, and I hoped Kathy didn't say she wanted to go home. I really wanted to celebrate my separation -- I felt like a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and it made me want to dance on my newly lightened feet.
"So?"
I couldn't believe she didn't remember what the fortuneteller had said. "Remember? Something was supposed to happen today."
"Oh, right, of course. We're supposed to fall in love. You didn't really pay attention to that fortuneteller, did you?"
"No," I said, "Stop being so negative. That was a good night, even if it was after a fight. We had fun that night."
"We always have a good time together. It's everyone else that's tough," she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"By a curious coincidence, I've dumped Jim for good and you're still single without Christine," I said, laughing, trying to gauge what was wrong with Kathy. I would have thought this was funny for her. She usually liked to make fun of the superstitious rabble.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked, and I cut my laughter short.
"Okay now what's wrong?" I said, "And don't tell me nothing."
"Nothing is wrong."
"Don't give me that, Kathy. I know you. I can see when you're upset," I said.
"Can we just get out of here?"
"Fine," I said, dropping some money on the table, "Let's go."
As we walked out into the evening air, the tension between us was palpable. She walked a few feet ahead of me, faster even though she had shorter legs. She looked down at the ground, and shuffled her feet as she went.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Stop asking me that."
"Stop being mad. I don't understand what I did," I said, "Kathy, please tell me. I can't stand it when you're not happy."
"No... It's stupid, Betty, just forget it."
"It's not stupid if it has you this upset," I said.
"It's not really your fault. I'm mad at you for something so dumb I can't even say it."
"What? I thought you wanted me to dump Jim."
"Oh, I did! I did, I'm overjoyed you finally got rid of him," she said.
"Then what?"
"That weekend you were gone," she said, "I had some bad experiences. There was a man, and he called me a dyke, and then I found out Christine was already in a serious relationship and I was still holed up in that ratty hotel room..."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"You were with Jim," I said, "You swore you were going to fix your marriage that weekend, and... Betty, I'm sorry."
"I still don't understand what you have to be sorry about," I said.
"I went in your house. I wasn't stalking you or anything, I just... I think a part of me realized I loved you. I wanted you to be there for me, and you weren't."
"Kathy... I'm not gay... You love me?" I said, "Like as more than a friend?"
"I wanted you to be there for me, okay? I know it's not reasonable, but when you were gone with Jim, I needed someone to be there for me, and you weren't there! I felt so alone. I never leave you for that long, never, and you just abandoned me. You knew it was going to be a tough weekend for me," she said, starting off angry but dwindling into lonely tears.
I hugged her and said, "Kathy, I'm sorry, I didn't know. If I had known you really needed me, I would have come home. All Jim and me did was fight anyway."
She kissed me, pushing my body against her truck. Her strong hands were on my waist, and my heart quickened its beat.
"What are you doing?" I said. "I..."
"Is this okay? I thought you wanted it. You looked at me like you wanted it," Kathy whispered.
"I do want it. I'm not gay though."
"I love you."
"I love you too!" she said.
Somehow we made it back to my place, a big empty house now that Jim was gone. I was barely paying attention, and we collapsed onto the bed. Without Jim to mess it up and spread his man-stink all over it, the covers were clean and flat, neatly made on top of the mattress until Kathy and I writhed on them, twisting the blankets around us until eventually they all made their way on the floor.
"Do you remember when that fortuneteller told us this would happen? Do you remember what she called tonight?"
"
A
Sapphic Nigh
t
," I said. I hadn't thought about that since the night it happened. I wondered if it was true -- I did feel like I was at my sexual peak tonight. Was there really an astrological reason for it?
Her body felt comfortable in my arms, like a supple pillow perfectly tailored to my nooks and crannies. Her tongue explored the crevices of my body, and I felt at ease, for the first time in years; I didn't worry about how I looked or whether my husband thought my body had gone to hell; I didn't worry about money or finances; all I felt was her gentle fingers on my pert nipples, rubbing them through the blouse I still wore, the one she had given me for Christmas two years ago.
"I didn't know I wanted this until that night," she said.
"I didn't know until just now."
Her lips on my nipples were so soft, so warm and inviting, I moaned, a low deep sound almost like a wail. Lust gushed through my veins like a roaring waterfall, and I felt as though heat and sexual fluids seeped out of me in equal portions, sinking into her body pressing against mine.
We were naked now. I had never been so close to another woman's body. There was so much more to it than I had been led to believe by movies and TV. Her breasts were nice, of course, but so were her delicate shoulders, tense neck and strong arms. I nibbled on her chin, rubbed her back and her belly, fingered her fingers and sucked on her wrist. She tasted good from head to toe.
She took the lead and put me on the mattress so that we could line up next to each other, her tongue in me and mine in her. It felt so familiar even though it was my first time, her taste was so right, the curve of her thighs and hips beneath my hips so perfect.
My tongue entered her pussy as though I had done it before. I sank deep inside her, going in and coming out, touching her clitoris in just the way I wished whatshisname would have touched mine. She swelled at my grasp, her filling me like a tailored jigsaw piece.
I thought I had had orgasms in the past, but they were nothing compared to what Kathy gave me. The fact that she had a simultaneous orgasm made it all the better, as though our bodies had composed a climactic symphony.
She roared and clutched me close as my mind exploded in orgasm. My heart burt. My mind raced. My clit tinged and throbbed and buzzed beneath Kathy's incredible tongue.
It was over.
It seemed so monumental, this change, this evolution of our relationship. We had gone from strangers so many years ago, to acquaintances, to friends-of-friends, to good friends, to dear friends, to best friends, to bitter enemies briefly, to roommates, to old friends, to couple friends and now here they were at the logical culmination of everything that had come before: a big sweaty pile on top of Kathy's clean sheets.
"Well," Kathy said, "I think we should give that fortuneteller a tip."
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