Chapter 6

NISHA

At least I assumed they wouldn't ask Elise about our sex life. I know Maa had taken it pretty hard, but at least she hadn't kicked me out. She said she loved me and wanted the best for me, even if it wasn't what she had hoped for.

I was a bundle of nerves the whole afternoon before Elise came over. I helped clean the house, mainly to have something to do, and worked on meal prep. Those minutes with Maa in the kitchen proved to be very valuable. We were able to have some girl time during which she told me about her difficulties with her family when she told them she had fallen in love with an American and would be staying in the states.

"I promised myself I would never put any child of mine through the wringer like they did."

"And you haven't," I reassured her. "I know this was a shock and I appreciate your support more than you'll ever know."

"Nisha, I may not understand you and I may not understand what you're going through, but I love my daughter and I want what's best for her, no matter what."

That earned her a big, big hug that we broke only when the pot started to boil over. As it drew closer to Elise's arrival time, I got increasingly nervous.

"Meri Jann, you need to relax. I'm sure she's a lovely person," my mother tried to reassure me, but my mind kept going a hundred miles an hour.

Then the doorbell rang. I hurried to open it and when I saw her, my heart skipped several beats. Under her overcoat and over her sexy curves, Elise wore a lovely wool dress which had a modest bodice and came down to right below her knees. She had a scarf around her neck held in place with a cute, decorative gold flower, while two-inch pumps rounded out her attire. And her hair was beautiful. She had nailed the 'attractive but not slutty' look perfectly.

"Come on in. We're just finishing prep," I said as I leaned over and gave her cheek a quick kiss.

"Mmm, smells good."

"Maa wanted to give you the taste of authentic Indian cooking. If you don't like it, there's no hope for you," I teased.

"But I love Indian food," Elise said with a big smile as I escorted her to meet my parents.

"Dad, Maa, Elise is here."

"Hi," Elise nervously greeted them.

"Call me Bob."

"Lovely to meet you, Elise. My real name is hard to pronounce so you can call me Maa, just like Nisha does."

"Thank you. It's very nice meeting you. And the food smells delicious. Can I come into the kitchen and see how you're preparing it?"

Elise was so smooth! She must have figured out that cooking was my mother's biggest passion and within the first minute of meeting her, Elise practically had Maa eating out of her hand. The two of them started talking while comparing notes and cooking tips until Dad and I were pretty much ignored. I peeked at Dad, who gave me a barely concealed grin and a tiny nod of the head. Yes! He approved.

Before dinner was served, he ended up talking electronics with Elise, peppering her with questions about circuitry and some building code issues.

Dinner and the after-dinner conversation were perfect. Elise seemingly captured their hearts and minds and by the time she was ready to go, I felt that things had gone swimmingly. But then my dad spoke up.

"Elise, this has been a wonderful evening and I'm so glad we've had the opportunity to meet you. I, uh, I would like to mention something to you two, if I may."

"Sure, Dad." "Of course, Bob."

"I know it's early in your relationship and from what I understand, it's the first time for each of you to be with a woman."

We both nodded.

"I know it must be difficult to be openly gay and I want you to know that you'll have our support. I promise you that."

"Thank you, Bob," Elise said.

"Yeah, thank you, Daddy," I answered, using his name from when I was a little girl.

"Elise, I would hazard a guess that your orientation wouldn't impact your work too much."

"Probably not, but I'm sure I'll be in for a lot of teasing."

"As long as it's only teasing and doesn't get in the way of your work or contracts or anything like that, you should be OK. You, Honey," he said, turning to me, "Could find things more difficult. Some parents might refuse to let an openly gay woman get involved with their children, if you end up in a clinical setting."

"Yeah, I could see that."

"All I can say is you might want to look for opportunities where this does not become a barrier."

"I hadn't thought that far in advance, but it's something worth considering."

"So, now that I've thrown some cold water on things, I'd like to propose a toast," he said. "I want to toast two of the finest young women I know and wish them the best."

"Cheers!" "Thank you, Daddy!" "Best wishes, girls."

"Now, your mother and I are going to retire early so you two can do whatever kissy face thing you do. Come on, Hon, leave the dishes for the morning."

"Good night, Maa and Bob. Nice meeting you again."

I was blown away when Maa turned to Elise and gave her a big hug and said, "You're a wonderful young lady. I hope things work out well for everybody."

"Thank you, Maa ," said Elise.

"Yeah, good night," I added as they turned and headed down the hallway.

I couldn't believe it! My folks were so cool about the whole thing! I stood there stunned for a few seconds as Elise looked back at me, then we launched ourselves at each other. Our hug was one of celebration. Our first big obstacle had been overcome.

Elise stayed for about another half an hour before she headed out, but not after extracting from me a promise to visit the next night. I was in a great mood the next morning since things had gone well with the big introduction and I knew I would be in her arms soon. I had gotten up early and was in the kitchen working on the dishes when Maa came in.

"You're up early."

"Yeah, thought I'd help out in here."

"Thank you. You can keep working, but I have to have my morning cup of coffee before I handle anything fragile."

As I scurried around the kitchen, she asked me a few benign things about Elise as if she were asking me about my plans for the next semester; curious but not deeply worried. Once I finished the cleanup, I fixed myself a simple breakfast of yogurt, fruit and toast while she started on a heartier breakfast for Dad. It was relaxing to sit with them, chit-chatting about nothing in particular.

When I was putting away the dishes, I casually mentioned I'd be visiting Elise that night.

"Will you be staying the entire night?" asked my mother, not in a condemning manner but more with a curious tone.

At first, I was going to play coy and say 'Maybe,' but then I realized something: Maybe they wanted some private time to themselves. Except for the night of the snowstorm, I had been at home and though it may have squicked me out to think about them having sex, they were still in their forties and I assumed still liked to boink now and then.

"I think I'll stay, but if there is a change in plans, I'll give you a jingle."

"Sounds good. Hope you have a good time."

"And make sure you don't get pregnant," laughed my dad.

—–

ELISE

That evening when Nisha came over was wonderful. We didn't fall into bed right away, but instead we ended up playing some card games and talking. Every few minutes, I learned more about her and felt my bond with her deepen. Later in bed, our bonds deepened even more as we brought each other to new and exciting heights.

I had to call the courthouse the next morning to see where my next 'volunteer' work would be. I was told to report to a nearby low-income housing unit to help with some repairs a few hours each week.

Before Nisha left, I pinned her down about New Year's Eve, which would be spent in my bed, and I asked her about what our relationship would be like after she returned to Paffington. We had a long discussion about the distance and how we would handle things. Basically, we agreed to do everything possible to see each other at least every other weekend, with us alternating who would drive and who would host. I told her that if her studying requirements were getting to be too much, I wanted her to be honest and postpone our getting together. Just because I didn't do too well in school didn't mean she shouldn't.

After a wonderful New Year's Eve together, we celebrated the new year with a traditional kiss but we were so tired from our 'festivities' earlier in the evening that we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Unfortunately, Nisha had to leave on the afternoon of the first as her classes started on the second. We clung to each other and I promised her I'd come visit her in two weeks.

During those two weeks, we were in touch a few times a day with innocent little texts and every night with a phone call. They didn't last that long, but it was so good to hear her voice, usually before we went to bed.

I remember one night when Nisha seemed down in the dumps and I asked her about it.

"I miss you, dammit, that's why I'm sad."

"I miss you, too," I answered.

After a pause, I heard Nisha giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Is this where we face time while we do ourselves?"

"Nisha, you're so weird. No, I refuse. I want you and not some 3 x 4 video image of you."

"You're right, as usual, but don't think I won't be having some me time tonight."

"Now, that's just cruel, making me think about you jilling off."

"Sweet dreams," Nisha giggled as she hung up in my ear.

—–

NISHA

I didn't jill off that night because I missed her and wanted her, all of her. She was so much more than sexual desire to me by then. The next evening when we talked, I told her how much I missed her and wanted her to come out for a visit. She was super busy with a big project and couldn't come until Saturday morning, but would stay until late Sunday.

I knew I had to tell my roomie, Suzette, about Elise so there would be no surprises on the weekend. I interrupted her watching some silly reality show the next evening to talk about me and Elise.

"Can you pause it for a sec?"

"Sure, Nisha, what's up?"

"I'm going to have an overnight visitor Saturday."

"Well, it's about time. You know, Jason thinks you're hot, so maybe we could have a foursome," she giggled.

"You're sick, you know that?" I laughed. "And no, there will be no foursome. It's going to be just us two."

"So, who's the lucky guy?"

"Ah, it's Elise."

"Elise? Funny name for a…. Oh, I see."

"Yeah, met her over Christmas and we're kind of a thing."

"Nisha, I had no idea."

"Me, either. You know I've always been with guys, but she's special to me and we're seeing how it goes."

"Oh, God, if Jason hears about you and her, he'll demand a foursome," she laughed.

"Tell him I said 'no' but if you play your cards right, he'll be fantasizing about us and you'll benefit."

"I surely hope so. He's pretty much a one-and-done kinda guy."

"Oooh, too bad. Not a problem with my girl."

"You rat, now you're making me wonder what I'm missing."

"Seriously, you're OK with this?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're so good to me. I love you, Roomie. Thanks," I said as I gave her a sisterly hug.

"Not as much as you love her, I bet."

"Oh, you're right about that."

—–

Elise arrived shortly after ten a.m., having left bright and early to spend as much time with me as possible. I was awake and greeted her with a big hug and a kiss that went on and on. Suzette was still asleep, so we had to keep it down until we left for a walk around campus. I wanted her to know all of the places I spent time like the library, student union and the lecture halls.

She seemed a little subdued during the tour until I called her on it.

"What gives? Why you so, I don't know, so down?"

Elise looked at me with a slight frown and, surprisingly, a tear sliding down one cheek.

"You're so happy here, and you're smart like everyone here and, and I'll never be smart like you. I don't even know why you're with me."

I took her by the shoulders and looked her right in the eyes. "You are smart. Look at you, working in a field where a little mistake could electrocute someone or set a fire and endanger many lives. You know about stuff. We argue about politics. Just because you had trouble with book learning doesn't mean you're dumb."

By then, both of Elise's cheeks had tears, but I kept on. "And you're a wonderful human. God, you're beautiful and sexy. You are the whole package! I couldn't wait for you to get here. And even with all these so-called smart people around me, I'm with you. You, dammit, I'm with you and you wanted to know why, so I'll tell you why."

"Why?" Elise squeaked.

"Because I love you, Silly. I. Love. You."

I couldn't truly hear her response because she had launched herself at me, we were wrapped in a huge hug and all her words were muffled in my chest. But I knew what she was saying. She was saying the same thing to me.

I pulled her to a bench, where it took a few minutes for her to calm down. We got some curious stares, but nothing threatening or anything like that. Elise dried her tears on her sleeve, gave me a guilty little smile and squeezed my hand.

"Thank you. I needed that."

"I meant it, I hope you know it."

"I've wondered how I fell in love so quickly with you and at least I know it's mutual," she said.

"OK, Lover, how about I treat you to some lunch?"

"Deal."

After a quick lunch at the student union, she was all smiles and looking a hundred percent better. I led her back to my apartment, where we found a sleepy-eyed Suzette nursing a coffee.

"Suzette, Elise, my girlfriend. Elise, this is my roomie, Suzette."

"Nice to meet you, Elise. Nisha never told me, but if I can be so bold as to say it, damn, you're cute."

"Thanks, I guess, but I think she's the good-looking one."

"Oh, I guess she is, if you like those tall, dark model-types," Suzette laughed, "But if you're here very often, we may have to put an extra lock on the door to keep all the horny guys away."

"They can sniff, but she's all mine," I announced as I put my arm around Elise's shoulder.

"Are you two, like, planning a date tonight or will you just get right down to business?"

"Geeze, Suzette, kinda nosy, aren't you?"

"Inquiring minds wanna know, plus I'll need to hide you from Jason. Once he sees you, he'll forget about me."

"Don't be silly, Suzette," Elise answered, "You look good and I'm sure he's a happy guy. But I don't know what Nisha has planned for me. I'm at her beck and call."

"And I'm going to beckon and call you to my bedroom," I told her.

"God, Nisha, you're worse than most guys!" said Suzette.

"Suze, if you only knew what I know, you'd understand."

"Now you're rubbing it in. I'm so outta here," she said as she fled to her room.

I did have some plans for Elise, though, and I briefly let her know we'd be having dinner at a little pub on the drag. It was popular, the food and beer were great and Saturdays featured some amateur comedy routines. Until we left, we hung around, talked, acted silly, laughed and talked some more.

The comedy skits were pretty lame, but the food and beer were good and we left in a good frame of mind, mainly because we knew what was next on the menu.

—–

ELISE

I was feeling a lot better after my little meltdown earlier and Nisha's telling me that she loved me. I couldn't believe it! The word 'love' had rattled around in my mind, but I kept saying it was waaaay too soon. I mean, we had known each other for less than two months. But she said she loved me and I know I loved her, so I was one very happy camper.

However, I had no idea how happy I would be soon after we returned from dinner. The first news was the little note Suzette had left us.

didn't want to hear cries of passion, have gone to Jason's for the night

The second bit of good news was Nisha taking my hand and leading me immediately into her bedroom. She dimmed the lights, lit a fragrant candle and turned on some mellow jazz. The perfect combination!

Nisha came up to me and whispered, "My house. My rules. Strip!"

I glanced at her only to see what looked like an evil grin. What was going on, I wondered. Fortunately, she proceeded to tell me.

"All your clothes off, I'm in charge and 'elf' is your safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Yeah, if you want everything to stop immediately, just say the word 'elf'."

Nervously, I asked, "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Elise, Honey, that is the absolute last thing I would ever do to you. No, my goal tonight is to give you so much pleasure that you'll not be able to walk for a week."

"But I have to go to work…"

"Forget work. Tonight, it's all about you. Now, clothes off."

It was a bit of a surprise to have a younger partner give commands, but she was taller, so I guess it made some sense, kinda. I decided to passively get back at her by taking as long as I dared. I stepped back from her and slowly unbuttoned my parka before I slid the underlying zipper down so slowly that I could hear each little tooth as it was released.

Nisha tried to get me to go faster, but for this, I was in control. Once it was all undone, I slowly let it slide off, turned around and carefully placed it on the back of a chair. No way was I going to simply dump it on the floor. I tried to give her a defiant look and since I wasn't too sure how it came across, I moved on.

I took time with the shoelaces, shoes and socks before turning to my blouse. Because of the cold, I had chosen a fairly pedestrian top with about six buttons, each of which I undid as slowly as possible. I pulled the tails out from my jeans and slid it down behind me, again folding it nicely on the chair. My jeans were next and like I did with the parka, I took my time with the zipper. When it came time to pull them off, I turned away from her, eliciting a gasp of impatience from Nisha.

"In a hurry?" I teased.

"Every second you delay things means two seconds delay until you come: the one second is on you and I'll delay things a second for every one of yours, as well," Nisha said with an almost evil chortle.

"OK, OK, I get the message." I popped the bra hasp, dropped it and slid my panties to the floor. "Happy?" I asked.

"Better, yeah, better. On the bed. Hands behind your head. Spread your legs."

I felt totally vulnerable, but at the same time, I was getting seriously turned on. What was she planning? Would I enjoy it? Would I get to return the favor? A million questions raced through my mind before she gave me my final instructions.

"You are not to move your hands. No touching me. This is all for you. And I'll stop when I decide to, unless I hear our safe word. OK?"

What could I do? I nodded yes before she turned the light off completely, leaving only the candle. She quickly slipped off her clothes while showing me, once again, her incredibly sexy and exotic curves. I let my head drop back to the pillow and closed my eyes, awaiting what she had in store.

Let me tell you, I had never experienced anything like it before. Nisha began with light touches all over my body, little strokes and pats here, there and everywhere, well, everywhere but the naughty bits. She would run those lovely fingers right up to my nips only to pull back. Same thing down below. It began to drive me crazy, but I kept my hands behind my head, determined to see what she had next in store.

Eventually, I felt a fingernail trail across my right nipple. It was kinda scratchy, not actually painful, but it was different. And it felt great. For the next period of time, and I have no idea how long this all went on, her fingers and fingernails would occasionally tease my nipples, but they never got any closer to my cooch than about where my hairline would have been, had I not shaved before I left home.

My body was screaming for more, but I kept from begging, determined not to let her know how much she was in control. That flew out the window as soon as her lips entered the picture with light, sensual kisses followed by soft licks and deeper kisses. And like her fingers, the kisses avoided my nipples for an eternity, but when she drew her tongue across one nipple, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

Fingers and lips moving about my body sent more and more urgent messages to my cooch. 'When was she going to take care of business?' I asked myself, knowing full well that if I asked her, Nisha would slow down.

After another eternity, I sensed her moving slowly, agonizingly slowly, downtown. Empires had risen and fallen quicker than the time it took her to move her kisses and tongue from my innie down to my lips. But when her tongue slid up between my folds, I was transported into another universe.

Looking back on it, I realize Nisha must have fried my memory because there are details I simply can't remember. I do remember her settling in between my legs and draping one hand over my thigh. I remember her tongue when it first penetrated my lips and slid up to my clit. I vaguely remember her slipping fingers into me. But details, no, I can't remember any of those.

I must have orgasmed a hundred times, or maybe it was just one big continuous orgasm; I don't know. But there came a point when my meager shred of consciousness registered that I had had enough. And somehow, I remembered 'elf'.

Her tongue instantly became soft and loving, gently caressing my clit as I came down from the biggest high, the wildest orgasm, or was it orgasms, of my life. I lay there exhausted and totally wrung out, with my mind racing. What had just happened, I wondered. How could I ever recover from that wild ride? And how could I ever repay her?

When I attempted to pull her to me and start something with her, she sweetly shook her head and took me in her arms. "That was for you, Sweetheart. And don't you ever doubt my feelings for you again," Nisha whispered as I drifted off to sleep.