Cleo and Lisa

Cleo and Lisa
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Cleo always thought 69 was something that sounded better than it actually turned out. Like a lot of things, porn made it look hot, but when it came right down to it, heights mattered, size mattered, and just generally being comfortable mattered. Right? Well, no. Not today.

Not when Lisa came in. Her long, brown hair swooshed back and forth in hypnotic rhythm to the roll of her hips. Her features were delicate and her beauty completely natural. She wore perhaps a touch of tint on her lips that gave them a seductive gloss.

Demure. How charming, Cleo thought.

No, when Cleo saw Lisa in the flesh for the first time, she instantly imagined her naked, lowering her pussy onto Cleo’s face, arching, writhing, wriggling, panting. It shocked even her for such a graphically lascivious fantasy to emerge unbidden, and so quickly too. But even as she chided herself for salacious thoughts, Cleo wondered what Lisa would taste like. She smelled lovely, even from this distance, even in this crowded public place which they had decided was safe for their first in-person meeting.

Lisa smiled when she reached Cleo’s table. Her hair tucked behind her ear on one side. She fluttered her eyelashes slightly. That’s adorable, Cleo thought. She was nervous.

Lisa reached out a hand to shake Cleo’s.

Charming, Cleo thought. Like a business meeting. A colleague. She accepted Lisa’s hand and grasped it softly. She wanted to kiss it, to take each finger into her mouth, to run her lips to the palm of Lisa’s hand, and then trail warm kisses to her arm. She imagined tasting her skin with tender licks, losing herself in that warm feminine scent that reminded her vaguely of vanilla.

The instant desire surprised Cleo. She’d had plans: plans to keep this first meeting casual. They’d chat about themselves, get used to each other, and just wait and see. Maybe they wouldn’t hit it off, she’d told herself. Online is so different from in-person and although they’d chatted for months, it wasn’t the same.

With some difficulty Cleo let Lisa’s hand go. They ordered coffee. Cleo didn’t drink hers. Her stomach had started flipping around nervously. Butterflies, she thought, and suppressed a giggle. She wasn’t the sort of woman who giggled. What was happening to her?

She watched Lisa eat a cupcake, and struggled to keep her hands to herself when she saw a tiny chocolate crumb on the corner of Lisa’s lip. How natural it felt to want to reach up and brush it away with her thumb, or to kiss it away with her own hungry mouth.

Realising she was staring, Cleo looked away and bit her lip. She knew she should take things slowly. Lisa had a quality of otherness about her, distant, fragile and enchanting. Cleo had an odd feeling, as though she had encountered a magical creature, and she wanted desperately to worship every inch of Lisa, understanding this woman could never be possessed, only venerated.

Cleo turned her eyes back to Lisa. A small frown had formed on Lisa’s face and her soft brown eyebrows had knotted. “I’m sorry,” Cleo said, “I was just thinking.” Panic fluttered in her already tender stomach. She had missed something important while her mind wandered. “What did you say?”

Lisa blushed, a soft pink tinge coloring her cheeks. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry. Want to what?” Had she blown it already? By not paying attention? No, that wasn’t the right phrase. She was paying so much attention that everything else had faded into nothingness.

“I just thought that maybe we should go somewhere that isn’t so crowded. So we can really talk?”

Cleo sucked in her breath. Incapable of sounding disinterested, she said, “Anywhere you want. Shall I drive?”

Once outside, they got in Cleo’s small Ford and pulled away from the parking lot. As they made their way South, Cleo sensed Lisa watching her, and she wished she’d asked Lisa to drive so she could do the staring. “Where do you want to go?” Cleo asked, realizing for the first time she had no idea which way to turn.

“Umm, anywhere, I guess. I don’t know,” Lisa said. Cleo stole a glance when they reached a traffic light. Lisa blushed once more, and the prettiness of it made Cleo bite her lip again.

“I would take you back to my apartment, but my roommate Ricky is there, so we’d only get any privacy in my room.” Cleo gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep her hands from shaking with nerves. “Or, there’s a park a couple of miles up, where they do the Shakespeare in the Park productions?” Babbling. She was babbling. What she really wanted to say was “How alone do you want to be? Do you want to hold me, or do you just want to not run into people we might know? Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you? Would you let me undress you? Touch you?”

“If you don’t mind, maybe your place?”

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