Chapter 3

“Are you?” I left the question unfinished.

“Let me answer a question with a question,” she replied.

“What the bloody hell was I doing sitting in a Collingwood dive dressed in these clothes?”

“You were meeting a former client.”

“Why not meet her in town? A café, a restaurant, I can think of a million places but why that pub?”

“You were there so she could introduce you to gay women,” I frowned.

“Precisely,” she moved a little closer.

“Donna was a patient of mine. She came to me with questions about her sexuality and I gave her the textbook answers, but Donna wanted more than textbook, she wanted to know what I personally felt about the idea of doing it with a woman. I thought at first she was trying it on but when I really thought about it I found myself starting to ask the same questions as her. As my old lecturer once said, eventually when you counsel enough people you eventually meet yourself. I met myself in Donna and I don’t know what might have happened if I’d admitted I had the same doubts.”

She inclined her head and we started walking again.

“When we met up by chance six months later she was in a relationship and we started talking about sex, sexuality and I admitted my doubts, which is when she suggested I meet up with her at that pub but she never showed up.”

“You never told me why she didn’t show up.”

“I still have no idea, she has the work number and left a message saying sorry but didn’t leave her number but by then I’d come into contact with you and so,” she slipped her hand into the crook of my arm.

“I decided to do my own research. I got to know a real life lesbian. It didn’t matter that you were in a relationship, I honestly had no plans of coming between you and Rhonda but I wanted to see if this was just a once off girl crush, the old therapist falling for her patient or if I really was that way inclined.”

“And what were your conclusions?” I steered her towards my car.

“That I love you. When you broke up with Rhonda I was sorry but I was also determined to step out and take a chance, so here I am standing in front of you asking if you’re willing to take a chance with a semi confused twenty eight year old woman in a failed relationship with an arsehole of a man who can’t keep his fly closed.”

“I am,” I leaned against the car and looked up at the windows of the police station, “you caught my eye in that pub and you still catch my eye now,” I fumbled in my pocket and took out a gift wrapped box.

“I um, got you this today.”

“For me?” Robyn smiled and looked up at me, “thank you,” she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips.

“You realise there are probably cops up there who can see us.”

“Then let’s give them something to talk about,” Robyn put her hands around my neck and kissed me again, this one lasted longer and when we parted I felt my insides turning to jelly.

“Now, take me home, your home.”

My home in Box Hill is actually a two bedroom unit with the second bedroom utilised as a study. The grand tour took all of five minutes and ended in the bedroom where I took my purchases out of the bags for her inspection.

“Very nice,” she smiled and rolled onto her side, “nice bed too,” she slid a hand over the duvet, “so what’s the plan, officer? Do you plan to handcuff me to the bed and have your wicked way with me?”

“I could,” I frowned as I stared at the bedhead, “but there’s nowhere to attach the fucking things.”

“Just as well, I don’t like restraints,” she stroked my leg as I knelt on the bed, “you’re not into any of that bondage shit are you?”

“Not guilty your honour,” I undid my ponytail and let my hair fall free.

“I was planning on trying on some of these clothes,” I glanced at the clothes lying over a chair, “just to see if my arse looks big in them.”

“Uh huh,” she slid her hand further up to my belt, “but there’s just one minor flaw with that plan.”

“And what have I missed?” I looked down as she undid the belt.

“You’re going to have to get undressed first, otherwise your arse really will look big,” Robyn pulled the belt through the loops and tossed it to the floor.

“Damn,” I leaned over her, “and here was me thinking it was the perfect plan.”

“It had its merits,” she stroked my blouse and smiled, “but with a few minor modifications,” she reached my zipper, “it could work.”

I looked down as she tugged at the zipper.

“Just let me check something.”

“What? I haven’t got a gun down there.”

Robyn unzipped me and slid her hand inside, I felt her fingers sliding over my panties and when she found my lips she let out a delicious sigh.

“What a relief, so nice to put my hand down someone’s pants and not find a cock,” she moved her fingers back and forth whilst stroking my front with her other hand.

“You know most men wouldn’t wait so long.”

“Just drinking you in,” I leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

Robyn parted her mouth and licked my lips as I worked her mouth in a passionate kiss. I felt her hand pressing against my left breast as she rubbed my genitals. We parted a few moments later and she exhaled and looked to one side.

“Not like a man after all.”

She smiled as she eased her hand out of my fly and undid the button on the flap.

“Sorry, just remembering something Donna told me,” she undid the next button and my trousers fell open, “I asked her what it was like to kiss a woman and she said it’s not like a man, there’s no urgency.”

She teased my abdomen.

“It’s just kissing for the sake of kissing.”

Which is precisely what we did next with soft lingering kisses as we explored each others bodies through our clothes. I felt the softness of her breasts under my hands and she moaned as I bit her breasts through the material. The silk backing on the bodice slipped easily over her skin as I gently massaged her belly and sides. Robyn undid the brooch I’d bought her and undid the top button. My mouth descended on her throat with dainty kisses and she grabbed my legs and rose to meet me. I felt her hands sliding up over my buttocks and under my trousers to my panties.

Long fingernails traced circles over my buttocks sending my nerves into a frenzy and I went back to massaging her breasts. Her nipples became harder and she swelled beneath my expert hands. Her hands slid up my back to my bra as our kissing became more passionate, the kisses longer and more intense. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, kissing and stroking my way down the deepening vee and spreading the garment across her shoulders.

I felt her undo my bra and the sudden release as my breasts fell down and then she sat up suddenly and pulling her blouse out of her skirt, turned me around and forced me onto my back.

She giggled as she pulled her skirt up past her knees and straddled me.

“Half time, change sides.”

“I’ve heard that joke before.”

Robyn sat up and shrugging the blouse from her shoulders, undid the cuffs and cast the garment aside.

“Now about that that plan of yours,” she started undoing my shirt, “I think I can make it work,” she smiled, “just a couple more buttons and,” she parted the shirt.

“Oh my God, you’ve got boobies,” she pushed the bra up over my breasts, and leaning over, kissed my breasts slowly and methodically. Her lips found my nipples and I groaned with pleasure as she sucked on them. I grabbed her buttocks and began to massage them as the kissing continued with growing intensity and finally I worked myself to a sitting position and shrugged the shirt off.

“I lost my shirt,” I unclipped her bra, “and now it’s your turn.”

Robyn whimpered as I laid her on her back and began pleasuring her breasts and slowly worked my way down her belly. My hand slid between her legs as I slowly brought her to arousal and with each pass she sighed with pleasure until finally she raised her buttocks and undid her skirt. I slid it over her legs and changed position as I removed my trousers.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. She was breathing shallowly, her eyes locked on me and then she slid her panties over her hips and slowly kicked them free.

“Show me the way of women,” she reached for me.

I went down on her and began working my way up her legs to her moist lips, she whimpered with pleasure as I teased her labia with a flickering tongue alternating with broad strokes. Her sighs became deeper as I brought her higher and then the slow erotic dance began in earnest as I worked her moist passage with my fingers and thumb. My tongue kept steady pressure as I found her rhythms and when she finally broke free and let go with an orgasm, she grabbed my head and held me there as she pushed against me.

In the aftermath as she lay on the bed I saw the light in her eyes and a beautiful smile.

“Now that was no Meg Ryan.”

“Nope, that was the real deal,” she stroked my face.

“But will you still love me tomorrow?”

Robyn shrieked with laughter and wrapping her legs around me, spun me around onto my back and stared into my eyes.

“I think I can manage that.”

She started kissing my neck.

“If I do it wrong you’re going to have to punish me with more cunnilingus.”

“I can see it’s going to be a long night.”

That’s what I love about Robyn, it’s her laughter. She has a way of making jokes about the most insane things. That night was our first night together but it wasn’t the last and it would probably take another story to tell you how we ended up living together. It’s funny reading back about how this all began with a rescue and ended with a rescue. Life is a circle, the Fates keep spinning their web but I hope they’re taking a break for a while because I want this one to last.