Chapter 2

“It’s kind of weird,” Sandy smiled nervously, “I’ve spent five hours trying to put you off lesbians, I almost feel like I’ve failed.”

“You haven’t failed,” she raised her chin almost defiantly, “I’ve spent five hours on that couch practically outing myself and you haven’t put your hand on my leg once, that counts for something in my book. Maybe you’re right, but if I do this then it’s one day at a time, who knows, I might just leave you for a man,” she poked her breast gently.

“Okay,” Sandy touched her face, “there’s this nice little Italian restaurant, I know the owner, how about we meet there?”

“Perfect,” she stepped over to the nightstand and picking up a marker pen, rolled up her sleeve and scrawled a number on her wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Something romantic,” she kissed her wrist gently, “you won’t wash that spot in a hurry, call me tomorrow?”

Sandy kissed her again and let a hand fall to her side, Hannah moved into her and opened her mouth wide and pushed hard against her breast.

“You’re a wonderful kisser,” she pulled back, “please don’t wear a gun tomorrow night, I hate guns.”

“I promise,” she stroked her face, “now I suppose I have to find a dress?”

“Now that would be a start,” she chuckled, “if you want a hand call me, my stylist will be only too willing to help.”

‘When I first came into the fellowship I was so independent, so goddamn determined to make it or break it. I was breaking new ground, cleaning up, fixing my hair before I went out, buying makeup and perfume. Then came the full frontal collision with reality and you realize you gotta make friends or die and so I reached out for help and got myself a sponsor, a straight woman named Karen. She changed my life more than any lover because she loved me from the inside out. That morning I called for help again and like a guardian angel, Karen came to the rescue with three AA women. By the end of the day I had three new dresses, four blouses, two skirts and three pairs of shoes, not to mention belts, jewelery and accessories. Hey, two was never enough for me. The sisterhood in its purest form has no boundaries or prejudices, those straight women came through for me because they loved me just the way I am, it was women loving women without the pussy licking.’

Red stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as the woman in the red halter neck dress ambled along the street. A dozen or so men had already noticed her but she barely acknowledged their smiles as she honed in on the blonde woman in a crisp white dress shirt blouse, black leather skirt and matching jacket. Hannah turned, sensing her approach but didn’t register her until the older woman smiled and drew to a halt. Her eyes drifted over the satin dress and softened suddenly.

“My God, what a woman, I wondered who all the men were checking out.”

“Probably my naked back,” she looked down at her legs, “and my naked legs,” she looked down at her stockinged legs, “not to mention the front, I’m not used to having my girls just hanging there.”

“You look good,” she let her eyes travel down the V, she stopped at her crotch, “please tell me you haven’t got a gun strapped to your thigh.”

“Shit,” she bit her lip smilingly, “I knew I forgot something, I feel even more naked now.”

“Naked isn’t so bad,” she replied, “and I can kiss you in public?”

“Hey, it’s not a crime,” she smiled nervously, “so I’m okay?”

“Amazing,” she leaned over and kissed her gently, “and the lips are just the right shade for that dress.”

Sandy touched her lips gingerly, recalling their frantic text messages as she’d stood in her underclothes in the dressing room at Macy’s.

“Now that’s a much nicer kiss than last night,” Hannah smiled and looked down, “I thought I’d be the leather woman tonight.”

“You look amazing,” she touched her face gently, “I um, couldn’t find matching lipstick so I chose chocolate.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, “chocolate is good too.”

“I’m probably more a shirt person,” she squinted at her blouse, “nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” she looked down, “I’ve always loved shirts, but that dress is amazing,” she took her hand, “so now I know you’re naked under that dress, are we safe in this neighborhood?”

“I’ve got a thirty eight in my purse,” she blushed.

‘We had dinner that night and for the first time in years I felt clean, like there was nothing sleazy going on. Oh she teased me but it was like being a virgin all over again, only this time I was sober and could remember everything she said and what was even better, I could hold a conversation without acting tough. It occurred to me then that this was what I had been wanting all along, searching for normality in the bottle and finding insanity. Stay sober long enough and you find a life you never dreamed possible.’

Sandy stared at her face in the mirror as the toilet flushed. Her straight brown hair fell past her shoulders, normally she had it in a ponytail but tonight she’d let it hang free. She glanced up as the door clicked open and Hannah entered the bathroom. Their eyes met and she slipped her arms around her waist and rested her chin on her shoulder.

“I had a great time,” she tickled her belly.

“Me too,” Sandy smiled.

“You’re staying the night?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“For a dedicated lesbian you sure are virginal,” she smirked, “it’s sweet.”

“I’m polite,” she turned the tap off and grabbed a towel. Hannah released her as she turned slowly around. Their eyes met as she dried her hands, Hannah kissed her slowly and tenderly, a hand slid up to her throat and Sandy felt her pulse quickening.

“I gotta go pee,” she whispered, “find some nice music.”

Nice music, nice music, she flicked through Hannah’s collection, Van Halen? Oh no, definitely not, Poison? I remember them, Enya? Possible, her eyes fell on a note taped to a wall above the CD rack.

She followed the arrow to the wall and then to a second arrow pointing to an iPad on a small table. She rose and tapped a button, a music program appeared and she squinted at the highlighted song list. Hannah’s Love Mix. She selected it and the list was populated with the likes of Sarah MacLachlan, Shania Twain, Sheryl Crow and others. She clicked play and glanced around as a soft light came into the room. Hannah entered with a candle and proceeded to light several candles around the room while Sandy watched.

“I just like candles,” she leaned against the back of the couch and smiled.

“Candles are good,” she moved towards her, Hannah turned and eyed her soulfully, “damn shoes are killing me though,” she looked down.

“Allow me,” Hannah knelt on the floor and proceeded to undo the straps while Sandy ran her fingers through her silky blonde hair, “I’m such a sucker for romance,” she removed the second shoe and slid her hands up her legs.

“I love your legs,” she smiled. “I have to confess I was trying to imagine what they would look like, if you should show those legs off more I think another shopping expedition will be our second date.”

“Sure beats the U Haul truck,” she murmured, “yeah shopping is good.”

Sandy put her back against the couch as two hands inched further upwards, a cheeky grin nudged Hannah’s face as she found the snaps, “ooh, and what have we here?”

“Sexy underwear,” she confessed, “I bought it when I reached the magic twelve month mark, just never got to wear it for anyone.”

“Well all that’s going to change, Officer Robinson,” she undid the snaps on her right leg and kissed her leg. Sandy closed her eyes as her stocking was pulled down, soft lips pleasured her leg, the flicking organ against the back of her knee elicited a groan and then Hannah moved to the other leg and repeated the process. Silky hair brushed against her skin as Hannah caressed her legs, getting higher and higher until finally she reached her buttocks and her wet passage. She pushed her dress up higher up and smiled nervously.

“If I do it wrong, forgive me.”

“You’re forgiven,” Sandy whimpered as a tongue slid over her lips, pressing hard against the lace panties. Her lips tingled as Hannah’s broad tongue swept up and down her engorged lips. Instinct took over as she spread her legs and pulled her panties aside. Virgin lips kissed her softness and finding no harm in it, began to tongue her softly but nervously, until finally a finger slid inside and Sandy clutched the back of the couch and closing her eyes, let her explore. Hell she wasn’t doing too badly for someone who’d never done it before. She gave in and let it continue, the lapping and fingering only faintly audible against the music, Hannah faltered once or twice before finding her rhythm again. Sandy’s eyes flickered open several times as the younger woman worked but eventually she closed her eyes until the first wave hit. She pushed against her as she peaked and exhaled, reveling in the waves of orgasmic pleasure. Hannah withdrew and removed her panties completely as she rose and savaged her throat with soft kisses. A low moan emanated from her throat as she stroked Hannah’s back.

“Undress me?” Hannah whispered.

She kissed her passionately, her tongue swirled around her mouth gently and the younger woman shivered beneath her touch as the kissing became more sensual. Soft fingers daintily stoked her back as Sandy slowly unbuttoned the silk shirt, tracing tiny circles on her bare skin as she parted the garment. Hannah followed her around the couch as the blouse was pulled over her shoulders to expose a white lace bra. Sandy kissed and stroked her in a slow erotic dance, Hannah’s sighs were driving her higher and higher as Hannah untied the knot at the back of her dress and let the garment fall free to expose her breasts. Hannah moaned as soft lips savored her nipples. She reached around for the zipper of Sandy’s skirt but found she’d already unzipped it. She pulled the skirt down and collapsed onto the couch as the skirt fell to the floor. Hannah undid the remaining buttons as Sandy’s dress slid to the floor and then she spread her legs and looked down.

“Take me to heaven,” her eyes grew deep.

There was no rush as Hannah opened her flower for the older woman, a sigh of pleasure mingled with desire filled her ears as Sandy entered her. Nimble fingers scissored her wet lips and entered her again and again, the pinkish glow around her bra become more pronounced. Her passage was wet, her breathing ragged, and then she was tensing as the first waves hit, a delicious smile spread over her face as she stroked her cheeks.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,”” she stroked her body.

“Oh, it ain’t even started,” Sandy kissed her gently.

Her eyes snapped open a few minutes later as Sandy pulled the shirt off and undid her bra. Hannah shifted slightly as Sandy straddled her and went to work again, starting with her breasts and working her way down, judging her responses with the wisdom of an older woman. A firm tongue pressed hard against her clitoris, feeling the delicate tremor as a wet finger slid inside, in and out, twisting and turning as she kept licking and kissing her. Her back arched slightly as the tide began building and she held her head firmly between her legs. Sandy kept going until finally the waves washed down through her and animal cries crashed against the walls and then she was sliding over her and showering her body with soft kisses as she murmured. “I love you, I love you.”

‘I learned something that night, first whispered by my sponsor in the dying hours of the night as I sat on the edge of a bed after a disastrous fling with a woman; intimacy is not always found between the sheets. I realize now the truth of those words. Our lovemaking began that previous night when I opened my heart and let her see the nakedness of my soul and in the lovemaking, I found the courage to reach down inside and find what was hidden, my heart.

Life brings on many changes and contrary to popular opinion, it’s not the change that hurts it’s the resistance to change. Like the trees in the park I have shed many leaves in the last few months. I now work for the NYPD’s film unit, helping film crews set up for shoots for my favorite tv shows. I finally confessed to Karen, being a detective meant acting tough; it was my armor to prevent the world from seeing the little girl inside and the smartass just said. “Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to tell me that!” But seriously, I have a whole new life. I have my straight girlfriends in AA and my lesbian girlfriend outside the fellowship, no lover ever gave me that freedom, she’s truly unique. She bought me this pink laptop for our three month anniversary so I can write my memoirs. I love it! But what I love the most is the way she brings out the woman in me and adorns her with garlands of love. She taught me to love me, the greatest gift any partner can give the other.

If I am a rose bush then Hannah is my gardener, bringing out the woman in me and I love her, one day at a time until the end of time.’