Cleo and Lisa

“Sure,” Cleo said. They chatted for the rest of the 15 minute drive. Cleo couldn’t remember much about it, except that it was small talk. She hoped she hadn’t said anything stupid. She couldn’t concentrate. She prayed Lisa didn’t think she was an idiot. Lisa was so smart. Cleo knew that because of their long online chats about life, politics, school (Lisa was at the local University, Cleo had gone to the same one just a few years before), and relationships. But any intellectual conversation seemed out of reach tonight. Tonight they literally chatted about the weather.

Cleo parked and led Lisa to her second-floor apartment. She tried the handle. It was unlocked. Dammit, she’d hoped beyond hope Ricky would have gone out. Breathing in, she took Lisa’s hand. “Let’s just fly by.”

Lisa smiled, looking slightly confused, but nodded her head.

They entered the small apartment. Ricky was sprawled on the couch in his boxer shorts eating popcorn and watching a basketball game. “Hey, Cleo,” he said and started to get up when he saw Lisa.

Cleo guided Lisa by the hand. “Hi, Ricky,” Cleo said without stopping. “We’re just dashing through!”

“Who’s your friend?” Ricky called, a suggestion of hope in his tone.

“See ya!” Cleo called down the hall and opened her bedroom door, showed Lisa in and then closed it behind them. The women grinned at each other in the dim light as Cleo felt for a lamp switch and then kicked off her shoes.

“Nice guy, your roommate,” Lisa said, laughing.

“Yeah,” Cleo said. She smiled, suddenly at a loss for any words. It wasn’t until that moment she realised that the only decent place to sit in her bedroom was on her bed with its pile of soft pillows, cased in shades of rust and gold to match the duvet. A dark brown faux-fur throw slouched along its foot. Over the arm of the one other seat in the room, an uncomfortable looking, but old straight-backed dining chair, Cleo had thrown the outfits she’d discarded for this meeting. It had never occurred to her that she and Lisa would end up here. She fought a wave of embarrassment. At least it wasn’t underwear lying on the floor.

Cleo suddenly became aware of how cluttered her room was. Not really messy, but it definitely felt lived-in. On the other side of the room, bottles of perfume and makeup cluttered the dark wooden dresser, and a towering bookcase overflowed with well-worn paperbacks. She didn’t keep photographs in this room, not liking the feeling of being watched in the one place she could be alone. Instead she preferred to be surrounded by paintings full of warm, peaceful images as she drifted off to sleep at night. In pride of place was one of Ricky’s pieces, an abstract oil painting that reminded her of tongues of orange flame.

The two women stood, looking at each other, and then Lisa stepped forward, letting her purse slip off her shoulder and hit the ground. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. She tilted her head slightly upward and kissed Cleo: a delicate moment, made more so by the shiver that skittered over Cleo’s flesh. Any thoughts of deep conversation and taking things slowly melted away.

“Are you cold?” Lisa asked and trailed a finger along the goose-flesh that suddenly covered Cleo’s arm.

“No, I’m …” But no more words came to Cleo. She put her hand to Lisa’s face. Her skin felt even softer than Cleo had imagined. Lisa rubbed her cheek against Cleo’s hand, and closed her eyes.

“I had planned to just talk tonight,” Lisa said. “But you’re so sexy, I want… I don’t want to hold back.”

Cleo’s heart pounded and she felt slightly dizzy from the overwhelming rush of chemistry and emotions. She barely trusted her own voice. “I don’t want you to hold back,” she said.

The kisses that followed were deep, but not urgent. Their tongues meandered, languid and searching. Cleo buried her hand in Lisa’s cascades of brown hair. She felt Lisa’s touch on her waist and the thrill as it moved steadily upwards. Her nipples began to ache as Lisa squeezed Cleo’s heavy breast in one hand.

Lisa pulled back, and her eyes shone with longing. She tugged at Cleo’s top, and helped Cleo pull it over her head. Cleo gasped as Lisa ran her fingers along the edge of her dark green bra. Quickly she was in Lisa’s embrace again as Lisa reached around her and began unhooking the bra. “This is okay?” Lisa whispered.

“This is without question okay,” Cleo said softly. Her bra fell away, and she stood before Lisa in just her jeans and socks. Lisa took her breast in her hand again, this time holding it as if she were weighing it or testing it. She squeezed it and watched Cleo’s face. Cleo let out a small moan. Lisa rubbed the erect nipple with her thumb, and Cleo inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, letting her head fall backward, feeling her own long black hair sweep against her bare back.

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Categories : Erotic Stories | Lesbian Stories | Romantic Stories Tags: lesbian | romantic