Mitch let out a low whistle. “Damn, Bridget, we are a lucky couple of girls.”
Carl looked at her funny. “I didn’t think you’d notice me.”
“Why not?”
“Well, y’know,” Carl pointed at himself, “guy.”
“I’m not sexually attracted to cars, either, but I can tell when one looks good.”
Everyone laughed, and Carl responded, “Point taken.”
It was a wonderful day, swimming, laughing, throwing a Frisbee around. Eventually, though, we’d had enough sun and we decided to head back to Carl and Bridget’s condo.
We stopped at a grocery store on the way and got ingredients for a pasta dish that Mitch promised to prepare for dinner. She and Bridget set to it, which gave Carl and me a chance to talk. I told him about the apartment, and that I had no intention in telling Dad or Mom about it.
“The real question is how do I get back without letting them know? I mean, if they step foot in the place, well, in the bedroom at least, they’d lose it.”
“Okay, so how about this? The weekend before you go back, come down here. We’ll make sure you get to school.”
I jumped across the couch and threw my arms around his neck. “You are the best big brother ever!”
“I know. I love you, sis. Really.”
I sat back, blushing. I’ve told you that our family wasn’t big on displays of affection, public or otherwise. That was probably the most heartfelt thing Carl had ever said to me, and I was really touched. “You’re getting mushy on me.”
“Cindy, do you know why Katie dumped me?”
I gave him a stare. “You told me it was mutual.”
“Uh-huh. I lied. She dumped me. Know why?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Katie had been my brother’s girlfriend his last few years of college. I’d barely been in high school, and didn’t have a clue as to what had actually happened.
“Because she didn’t think I loved her.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah, I did.” He sighed and sat back. “But I didn’t know how to show it. With Bridget I’m trying harder and I’m not taking anything for granted. I tell her I love her every day. I don’t think we had the best role models regarding that.”
“No, we didn’t. But you can learn how. I did.”
We spent the next fifteen minutes talking about the love languages, which he’d never heard of, and me describing how I’d had to come out of my comfort zone for Mitch.
Carl snapped his fingers, pointing at me. “Bridget is gifts. She has these little knick-knacks from all the trips her dad took. He’d always bring her something home And she’s always buying little things for her friends and family. And me. Damn,” he looked thoughtful, “I didn’t realize they meant that much to her.” He grinned at me. “Look at you, being all wise.”
“I have my moments.” We paused as we heard our girlfriends laugh about something from the kitchen. “And she’s worth it. More than worth it.”
“This isn’t a passing fad, is it, Cindy?”
“I’m gay, Carl. You were right about what you said before, about guys. I’d just pick one. I didn’t need them, or even want them. Just felt like I had to have one, ’cause everyone else did, y’know? But her, the way she moves, her smile. I’m so into her I can’t even think straight. Being in her arms, it’s heaven.”
Carl laughed and shook its head. “I’m really happy for you, sis. And you know you’ve got us, right? We’re in your corner?”
A tear stung my eye just as Mitch poked her head back into the living room. “You guys going to come get some of this? ‘Cause if not, more for me.”
How I hadn’t noticed the aromas filling the condo is beyond me. I could smell the Cajun spices and parmesan cheese, and I floated into the dining area. Mitch set a plate in front of me with a beautiful presentation of pasta and chicken. I remembered when I’d first known her, she’d told me she could fix me something that would make me weep. Well, I can’t say that I shed tears, but damn, it was good. I could get very used to this.
Everyone was impressed, and by the end of the meal Carl was eagerly toasting my taste in partners, if you’ll pardon the pun.
I still look back on it as one of the best weeks of my life. Mitch and I went to the beach several times, we went snorkeling, we walked around historic Savannah. The one thing we didn’t get to do much was make love, as I was very hesitant to do so just on the other side of a wall from my brother.
Unfortunately the week did pass, but Carl and Bridget had one more gift for us. After taking us out to dinner Saturday night, they surprised us with a night in a local hotel. It wasn’t a real expensive room, but it was private, and it was ours.
I couldn’t comprehend that this would be my and Mitch’s last night together for months. Whenever I thought about it I’d start to panic, so I just put it out of my head as much as possible. And nothing could drive an unpleasant fact away like Mitch’s touch.
As we rode up the elevator to our room on the fourth floor I had this thought that once we got into the room Mitch was just going to take me. I wouldn’t have minded in the slightest, in fact I was kinda looking forward to it, but that wasn’t what happened.
Instead Mitch went to the nearest dresser and set her phone down. She pressed the screen a few times and a lovely instrumental piece began playing. She turned back toward me, her gorgeous blue eyes shining with emotion while a mischievous smile played on her lips. “Dance with me?”
I kicked off my conservative two-inch heels, restoring our natural height difference, which I loved, and went into her arms. My head rested on her shoulder as her hands caressed up my back, and I breathed in the light scent of her cologne as we swayed to the music, our bodies melding together beautifully.
It was perfect, and I let myself just sink into the embrace of the woman who loved me. After several blissful minutes I felt her lips feather against my temple, and I turned my face to accept her kiss, which was soft and gentle and glorious. My whole body thrummed in pleasure with every beat of my heart, and I wrapped my arms around her neck as our tongues danced and swirled.
Her hand moved to my sides, lowering the zipper on the yellow floral surplice dress I was wearing. She broke our kiss, stepping back as she pulled the cotton material off my shoulders. Her eyes took me in as I shrugged free from the garment, letting it pool at my feet.
I reached up and began undoing the silky black button down Mitch had on. She rested her hand on my hips as I worked, not hurrying me along, letting me enjoy slowly revealing her lean, powerful body to my hungry eyes.
Once unbuttoned I tugged the material free from her jeans, and she rolled her shoulders to get it off as I ran my hand up her sides, making her shudder. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working my way down her shoulders. Her hands were on me again, and I felt the tension in my bra release, which I shrugged to the floor. Two could play at that game, and I pushed her arms up over her head so I could strip off the black sports bra Mitch was wearing, letting her small, firm B-cups bounce free. I took one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hard tip.
“Oh, Cindy.” She nuzzled her face into my hair as I continued, softly holding my head to her chest as I suckled one breast, and then the other. After a few lovely minutes Mitch’s breast popped free from my mouth as she scooped me up into her arms. I seemingly floated across the short distance to the king sized bed, where Mitch laid me gently down.
I scooted to the middle, eyes wide as Mitch climbed onto the mattress and crawled after me, covering me with her body as her lips found mine. It was so familiar, but so exciting at the same time. My body knew what was in store for it, and it began making itself ready, wetness spreading under my panties as my core rubbed against Mitch’s jeans.
My lover’s mouth soon moved to my neck, and began its slow, sensuous journey down my body. I knew this would be the last time I felt like this for months, and I was determined to enjoy every second. Mitch was taking her own sweet time, but I was in no hurry for it to end.
After a blessed eternity she reached the waistband of my white cotton panties, and my hips lifted instinctually so she could strip them away. I felt my desire wet against my skin, but Mitch didn’t take advantage immediately, instead choosing to softly make love to my legs with her hands and lips, starting at my foot and working down my calf and over my incredibly sensitive inner thighs.
One, then the other. By the time she finished my sex was screaming for attention, my hips lifting towards her glorious mouth. First there was one kiss on either side of my core before she settled between my legs, arms wrapping around my thighs, and pushed her tongue into me, making my world dissolve into pleasure.
She was a goddess, and I the mere mortal upon whom she’d chosen to bestow her blessing. Her tongue danced and swirled, my orgasm approaching as she flicked and licked my clit. And as she took the little nub into her mouth, ecstasy wrapped me in its arms and rocked me back and forth, pulsing into my fingers and toes as I came and came.
Two fingers slipped inside me, expertly caressing that magic spot on the front wall of my vagina as Mitch rolled my pearl between the folds of skin surrounding it. This new and different sensation had me spinning back into the heavens again, and when I came down, her mouth closed around my clit for another, while her fingers pushed deeper, stroking in and out.
It went on like that for so long, over and over, until I needed her mouth on mine so desperately that I sat up, pushing her away from my sex so I could sit up and kiss her. I could taste myself on her lips, something I’d long since stopped caring about. Still, she tasted so much better than I did, and I wanted my turn.
I pulled her over me, letting her straddle my face. The aroma of her arousal filled me, and my mouth watered in anticipation as she settled in. I buried my tongue as deeply into her as I could, making her moan and throw her head back. I gazed up along her body, long and lean, modest breasts swelling from her chest, all moving gracefully above me.
My eyes closed as I listened to her sigh, and I concentrated on her incredible taste. I held my tongue out flat and let her just grind against it until she came, shaking and trembling against me as she grasped the piece of wood glued to the wall pretending to be a headboard.
She slid down, wrapping me in her embrace, and we kissed for a long moment, but I wasn’t done. I wanted to explore every inch of her incredible body, and I rolled her onto her back so I could do just that. For the next half hour I just enjoyed her. Her neck, her breasts, her toned abs, the length of her gorgeous, powerful legs, I worshipped every piece of her, committing it to memory.
When I finally settled between her legs Mitch let out a contented sigh, visibly relaxing into the bed, giving herself to me. My lover was so high energy, always in motion and vibrant with everyone. I think I was the only person who ever got to see this side of her. I was so humbled that she felt safe to relax into my care, and I desperately wanted to make her happy.
If the steady moans from the top of the bed were any indication, I was succeeding, and Mitch pushed her body against my mouth as her orgasm claimed her.
I knew she enjoyed looking at me when we made love, so when she stilled I crawled up her body, pulling her left leg up to my chest, draping my right over her hip and pressing my pussy to hers. I was on my knees, rising above her as we found our rhythm, and Mitch’s blue eyes were wide, drinking me in. Our fingers intertwined as I moved, and the intense desire for me radiating from my partner’s gaze was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Somehow our orgasms arrived together, and I collapsed into her arms as we kissed and held each other as close two people could.
We made love until after midnight, cuddling and resting in between sessions, but then going again as soon as we recovered our strength. I never wanted it to end, but eventually it did, and for the last time for months I slipped into dreamland safe in Mitch’s arms.