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Comfort

“She’s still asleep,” Oscar said, and Eliza felt soothed with his hand on top of hers.

Alessandra had fainted at the cafe, and she was still excitable, so they had given her a sedative to calm her down. Oscar was called because he was her emergency contact even though they had broken up a long time ago. It was good to have him there. Eliza was pretty shaken up after the incident because she did not know what had caused Alessa to pass out.

Oscar had hugged her when he had walked into the hospital room, and she immediately felt comforted and safe.

“You did not tell me that you were seeing Alessa,” he said, kissing her temple.

“I was going to tell you after I saw you, and then she fainted.”

“I think it is good that you guys got together because you did become very close friends. I was sad that it ended the way that it did.”

“I love Alessa, but I do not love her that way that she wants me to love her, and I do not want to feel guilty about that. My whole connection with her has been so bizarre. Her being with you, then she and I being so close, and then her falling in love with me.

“I know,” Oscar said, pulling her closer and kissing her temple.

Eliza looked up at Oscar, and he kissed her. It was so natural to kiss him like that, she kissed him in earnest. He took her hand, and they walked outside of Alessa’s room. Her room was right in front of the nurse’s station, so they knew she was safe.

He pulled her into a stairwell, and it was very deja vu of when he pulled her into the staircase when they were in Shanghai. Was it the fear from Alessa passing out that made her need to be calmed down? Was it just seeing Oscar and their history that made the difference?

He pressed her to the wall, kissing her and squeezing her breast. Eliza sucked on the tip of his tongue like she would have sucked him somewhere else because she wanted him so much. He stopped kissing her and swooning she moved toward him.

“I missed you,” he said, holding her face. “I want to look at you.”

The way he looked at her churned her emotions inside like nothing else.

“I want you,” she replied because she could not wait.

Oscar never denied her, and he pulled her dress up. Eliza could hear how wet she was when he slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza spread her legs more and closed her eyes as he finger fucked her so good she did not need him to fuck her in the stairwell. He knew her so well he knew how to quench her desire with just his fingers.

Oscar took her hand, and she felt kind of light-headed because she had come so hard. When they walked into Alessa’s room holding hands, the patient was sitting up in bed and looked at them where their hands were joined.

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Blackout

Alessandra woke up, and she was immediately unsettled because she had dreamt about Eliza. It was not the first time she dreamt about her, but this time it was deeply intimate even though they had not had sex. Alessandra had been close to her as a lady in waiting in medieval times and she had told her that she loved her. Eliza told her that she loved her too but it was not convenient.

Now on her side and sweaty, Alessandra wondered if that was why Eliza did not want to be with her? That she had some medieval construct about love and what she was supposed to want? There was no way that they could have been as close as they had been, and she was the only one who came out of it being in love she felt. They were always together at one point, how could it have just been her?

That morning, she texted Eliza. She wondered if she would respond back and she did. They agreed to meet at a cafe near Eliza’s.

Seeing Eliza sitting at the table with her long, dark hair sipping from a large cup made Alessandra tear up. The disappointment from the rejection was too much to bear and it was interfering with her life. Rabekkah refused to speak to her once she realized it was Eliza who had spurned her, and now here she was watery-eyed and looking longingly at this woman whose love she could not attain.

“Used to be so commonplace for us to meet up like this,” she said with a bitter smile. “Or at each other’s place.”

“Indeed until you kicked me out of your car that night and said my husband was dishonest to me.”

Alessandra rolled her eyes, it had not been her best night.

“I was upset.”

“Yes, I learned that.”

Suddenly, Alessandra turned on her heel, she had to go.

And then everything went black.

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RETRO: INDEPENDENCE DAY

Cleo needed her independence.

She went on another “adventure”–to find him.

She knew that she needed to see him again, because she was so heavy when she went to touch herself that she could barely bring herself to achieve pleasure because her labia was thick. She ached for him, and she was afraid he would know it when he touched her.

“He”—she did not even say his name in her head, she thought of him “Him,” like something reverent. She texted him, and he texted her what was she waiting for?

He touched her like she touched ripe fruit. Between her legs heavy and wet, he caressed her until she groaned with her need and ache.

“What?” he asked, as he touched her like he was picking a mango or something. Cleo was wet and sticky to the top of her thighs. She leaned against him helplessly, and he did not stop touching her.

“You…know…what!” she was incoherent to herself, as he played with her even more. She had memorized his fingers, and he touched her like he had memorized her.

“You have to tell me, you keep coming to me but you never tell me. I need to hear what you want from me,” he semi-pleaded.
“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he stopped touching her. He took her face in his hands and she could smell herself on his fingers. He kissed her, and she nibbled his lips like she was ingesting them. So hungry she was his lips, his taste, his mouth that she did not even need him to make contact with her body in any other way but their lips.

Cadmus had asked her if she had enjoyed her adventure—this was not an adventure anymore. She wanted this man, needed him in a way she had never needed Cadmus and she did not need to want Cadmus that way.

What she felt as her lips throbbed–both sets–was something she was not expecting to feel, and she wanted to explore it as much as she could.

With Him.

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Retro: Lust or Love

Alessandra started blowing kisses at everyone as she left the party venue, her hand still firmly in Eliza’s. Her driver pulled up, and the two of them got in the car.

The car did not move, which made Eliza a little uneasy, she looked out of the window and Alessandra kissed her neck. It felt nice—she liked her neck being kissed. But that was not what she wanted from her friend.

“Alessa stop,” she said, to soften her rejection. But it did not seem to change Alessandra’s mind as she placed her hands between her legs and continued to kiss her neck.

She pushed Alessandra away.

“I said stop,” she said more firmly and a very drunk Alessandra looked at her soberly.

“You don’t mean it, what about that time with Leon?” she purred. “You let me kiss you and feel you up.”

“We were drunk and playing truth or dare that was not real. That was a game.”

Alessandra’s eyes grew dark and Eliza could not tell of she was angry or sad. Maybe a combination of both, but now she looked out of the window.

“Drive Mrs. Morton home, and then me,” she said to the driver and there was a coldness in the way that she said Mrs. Morton that was chilling.

Eliza looked at Alessandra. She was beautiful, Her freshly retouched red lips and the dress she wore accentuated all of her curves, but she was a friend and she had never thought about her or any woman like that. That was not how she was wired. She was not going to have sex to experiment, she either had it for lust or love and neither was a component this evening. She stayed quiet, not wanting to rock the boat and the false sense of calm that she felt by not saying anything.

“You are a tease,” Alessandra said quietly looking at her. “I can’t discern if you are doing it on purpose, or if you have no idea. But that is what you are.”

Eliza shook her head, but Alessandra smiled disdainfully.

“I do not sleep with women,” she said. “I never promised you anything Alessandra. “

“That is what you tell yourself, that is what you need to believe so believe it. But don’t you believe that your husband has not slept with another man. He is not a tease like you. He is a doer. Now get out of my car.”

Eliza went up to her apartment feeling weak, but she managed to get up there.

Rafe was asleep, with Bibi on his lap. The book they were reading was on the floor and he wore his glasses letting her know they had fallen asleep reading and waiting for her. Picking up Bibi, she put her finger on her lip so an easily roused Rafe would not wake their daughter before she took her to her bed.

She came back and took his hand.

Kissed it.

This is what she had lusted for tonight, her happiness at home with her husband and daughter.

Regardless of what Alessandra wanted, she was happy to be home.

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Exit

As Aida talked to her, Eliza could not help but notice that Alessandra had followed Rabekkah to the bathroom. Rabekkah was beautiful and young, and it was obvious something was going on between them from the time she sat down across from them.

She had taken the seat because there was no other place for her to sit. Surely Alessa did not think she would have done that on purpose? It was awkward when Aida said she and Alessa used to be everywhere together because it had been true. They used to be thick as thieves. Eliza had had a hard time adjusting herself to their new status.

Rafe had asked her if she ever wanted to be with Alessa. Eliza said she had loved her deeply as a friend, but she had never thought about more.

“She said to me if I thought you never slept with a man before, I was wrong.”

Rafe smiled,

“She doesn’t know anything about who I have been to bed with. I have had opportunities with men, some damn sexy ones at that, but that was never my inclination.”

“Same with me,” Eliza nodded. Just because she had an open marriage did not mean she was open to any type of sexual encounter. But it did hurt her that she had hurt Alessa.

Alessandra came out of the bathroom and looked her in the eye when she sat across from her. Rabekkah avoided looking at her, and Eliza took a sip of wine. Aida prattled on endlessly.

People got up from the table throughout the night until it was just the four of them, ironically. Eliza immediately got up to leave the three of them to it.

She and Alessa were nothing to each other anymore, and that was the truth of it, she thought as she put her wine glass down and headed to the exit.

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Foretelling

Another afterparty, another incidence of her sitting close to Alessandra–would this foretell another night like the last one they had together? Rabekkah was nervous, and a bit damp about her temples when Alessandra sat next to her.

Everyone was drawn to Alessandra because she was beautiful, and even with a table of women whose sexuality was more vast than the colors of the rainbow everyone watched her. Aida was forgotten even though it had been her show and a successful one at that. But Alessa was always the star where she was.

Aida looked between her and Alessa, and Rabekkah knew she saw something. After she had gotten champagne for the both of them in the gallery she noticed that Aida had been less flirty with her. Did Alessandra tell her about them? Did Aida think now that she was expecting to sleep with her as well, that she was an art star fucker?

Being with Alessandra had been a bad decision because people could find out and think that was how she wanted to advance her career. But Rabekkah was a good artist herself, and it did not matter who she slept with. Or did it?

She reached for another glass of champagne, and she felt Alessandra rest her hand on her lap. With all of the women drinking champagne, and Aida getting up to talk to the director of the gallery at the end of the table it seemed that no one noticed them. Rabekkah was already wet–uncomfortably so and to wear this dress she could not wear underwear. Alessandra probably guessed at that, and she easily rested her hand on the top of her thigh and looked at her. Rabekkah was desperate to be touched, as she licked her lips and spread her legs more.

Alessandra moved her hand, and Rabekkah audibly sighed. Alessandra smiled and squeezed her thigh.

It was then that another gorgeous dark-haired woman walked in and Rabekkah recognized her as Eliza Morton, the socialite and wife of gazillionaire Rafe Morton. She looked nervous as she rushed to what had been Aida’s seat, and then her face fell as she looked up at her and Alessandra.

Rabekkah heard Alessandra audibly sigh now.

Eliza looked at both of them with a smile, and in case Rabekkah was uncertain, Aida came over and exclaimed,

“Eliza! Thank you for coming my love! Alessandra came without you and I was surprised!”

Alessandra winced and Eliza smiled demurely. Rabekkah looked between them and she realized that Eliza Morton was the heartache that Alessandra was recovering from.

Rabekkah did not know how to feel knowing Alessandra had been so in love with Eliza Morton, and what was she compared to Eliza?

“Excuse me,” Rabekkah said, and excused herself to the bathroom. Before she could lock the door, Alessandra pushed her back into the bathroom.

“Please, don’t humiliate me anymore. I made a fool of myself and you were with Eliza Morton? I cannot compare to her in my wildest dreams!” Rabekkah cried, and Alessandra pressed her to the wall.

“I was never with Eliza, and even if I had been, I want to be with you now.

Alessandra kissed her and outright pulled up her form-fitting dress and slipped her fingers inside of her. Rabekkah opened her mouth wider to take in Alessandra’s tongue and spread her legs more for her fingers to explore. She knew how this night was most likely going to end and there was nothing she could do about it…

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Peepshow

Peepshow was the new art show that Rabekkah was working on. The theme was pseudo-peepshow, and the dress for the show for the gallery aides like her instead of black was red. There were red curtains everywhere, reminiscent of Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s The Gates in Central Park years ago.

But there was nothing sexual in this show. It was the theme of anticipation and voyeurism that was rampant. Aida Moravia was the artist, and she was infamous for her mind fuck art. She liked to mess with her audience. It was not infrequent that Rabekkah would be wandering around the gallery, and she would see Aida fucking with her and appearing where she was not supposed to.

The night of the show, the gallery assistants were encouraged to participate in the show and wander around. Rabekkah enjoyed shows that she was required to participate in. She wore a body-fitting red dress that showed off all of her curves but showed nothing of her. She was pleased about the red platform stilettos she found to match the exact shade of red of her dress which matched the curtains.

She smiled when she walked into people, but the smile left her face when she bumped into Alessandra.

Alessandra smiled in opposition to her and grinned.

“Are you going to go in the opposite direction?” Alessandra laughed, and Rabekkah felt her face burn. She could not accuse her of stalking her at her job. Alessandra was invited to all of the shows at the gallery. Especially as an artist in residence there and with her show having happened just months before. But it still felt like that. Rabekkah had not wanted to see her again. She was ashamed of what had happened between them, not of what they did or what she felt but that she had not been herself. Putting her job at risk and her emotional well-being for a woman who she wanted so desperately at that moment? She never wanted to feel that vulnerable again with someone. But with Alessandra staring at her like she wasn’t wearing anything and licking her lips. Rabekkah felt that desire she could not seem to suppress surge up from the center of her body as she unconsciously licked her own lips.

“No, I am at work,” Rabekkah said coyly, closed the curtain, and walked away.

“Rabekkah?” She recognized Aida’s voice and walked toward her. “Good, have you seen Alessandra Wagnall? She is a special guest tonight; please let me know when she is here?”

“Aida?” Rabekkah turned around at the sound of Alessandra’s voice.

The two women hugged for a long time, and Rabekkah wondered if something was going on between them.

“Please take extra good care of Alessa,” Aida said with her arms around Alessandra. “Alessa, what do you want?”

Alessandra stared at Rabekkah with a smile.

“Get Alessa some champagne, please Rabekkah?” Aida asked her, and Rabekkah walked away, took a deep breath and prayed to get through the night.

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Beautiful

Rabekkah returned to her apartment later the following day. She decided to go home, Alessandra had not kicked her out but she decided she wanted to be home with her things and to get sleep for real in her own bed.

That was the first time she had ever gone home with a woman she barely knew, and it had been nice. More than nice to be with Alessandra and to learn all of her secrets. To know what she looked like without a stitch of clothing, to know what she felt and tasted like. Knowing that Alessandra had unlocked all of her mysteries as well.

Looking in her bathroom mirror above the sink, she looked at herself for a second before she braced herself with its smooth marble base and then looked up at herself again. Her mouth looked well used and her neck was red. Her entire body felt used in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had not wanted to be with anyone so badly before, and she had needed Alessandra.

But she left because she did not want there to be any confusion. She was not asking her for anything, she had gotten what she wanted and that was that. There was no reason for her to drag it out, in her experience sex was either desired or a currency.

But when Rabekkah put her head down on her own pillow instead of peace, she felt the softness of Alessandra’s cheek against her own and she groaned slipping her hand between her legs. It had been what she desired it to be, and now it felt like she was not sure she could live without it. Without the touch of a woman like Alessandra, who made beautiful things, was beautiful and made her feel beautiful.

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Oblivion

Rabekkah saw her reflection in the window sitting across from Alessandra. She knew that people were looking at them and on the surface thinking what was she doing sitting across from her?

It was her second glass of champagne—Alessandra had handed it to her. Leon had been trying to set them up all night, and Rabekkah did not mind at all. But she was afraid that Alessa was not into it even if she allowed her to call her by her diminutive name. All around them was the upper crust of the art scene, Rabekkah had somehow managed to get into this world and she was not going to mess up her opportunity even with a beautiful woman like Alessandra Wagnall.

But when Alessandra put her hand on her knee, she shot a glance at her and the very sober artist met her gaze head on.

“You are beautiful,” Alessandra said looking at her. “If I were not so messed up, I would fuck you tonight but you do not deserve to be my second choice.”

“But I want you,” Rabekkah said, and took a huge sip of champagne so she would not say anything else. She never imagined that Alessandra would fall in love with her, but she wanted to be with her. And with Alessandra’s hand squeezing her knee, she was getting wet between her legs and her eyes which surprised her. But from the beauty of the art and the beauty of Alessandra she was completely overwhelmed.

Alessandra smiled at her.

“You want my pussy–you do not know me!”

“That is the only way to get to know a woman is to make love to her–to really know her.”

“Is that so?” Alessandra stared at her and she almost swooned. She put down her glass of champagne, and she felt Alessandra squeeze her thigh. “Spread your legs and let me see how much you want to know me Rabekkah.”

Rabekkah spread her legs as she was told, and she looked into Alessandra’s eyes as she pushed her finger in and out of her. Where they were sitting no one had any idea and if they did she did not care because she wanted Alessandra to do this to her.

She watched Alessandra, as she stopped fingering her and she put her fingers in her mouth. Rabekkah was on fire wondering how she tasted to her as she licked her fingers and left one finger in her mouth to suck on.

To savor her?

Alessandra stood up, and she stood up with her. She followed her out of the door and they got into the car that was waiting for her.

“Where are we going?” Rabekkah asked.

“To my place–wasn’t that what you wanted?”

Rabekkah nodded, as she got into the car with her.

“I want to taste you now.”

Alessandra spread her legs, and Rabekkah knelt before her. Alessandra felt warm, and she kissed her knees and the inside of her thighs and closed her eyes as she hoped she could make Alessandra forget whoever it was that was on her mind with her mouth.

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Lovely

“Alessa.”

The soft diminutive of her name made her realize that someone had touched her arm. She looked up at Leon, his smile was soft and sympathetic.

She was reading the guest book that was left at the art show in the gallery. The gallery assistant had handed it to her, smiled when Alessandra gave her a coupe of champagne. Some of the bubbles splashed onto the pages, but Alessandra did not care.

“She came, Lessa, but she was in the private room, and she left.” Leon looked at her with a kind expression, but she knew how hard up she looked. Looking to see if Eliza had written some comment for her in the guest book when if anything, she should have come up to her and said something to her face to face. Then suddenly she heard what Leon had said.

“Eliza was here?” she asked quietly, looking at him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said and held her chin to kiss her. “This luscious mouth.”

Leon kissed her gently.

“She was in the private room, and she looked at the painting for a long time. Then she left.”

Alessandra looked through the guest book, desperately hoping to see Eliza’s fast handwritten scrawl on a page, and then she saw her script.

Lovely.

The word was tattooed in her mind because she kept wondering if she meant the painting, her, or both.

Leon put his arms around her and lured her away from the table to hand her own coupe of champagne.

“Come on,” Leon said. “The after-party is down the street. Right Rabekkah?”

“Almost, it moved a few blocks over. I can take you and Ms. Wagnall there,” Rabekkah nodded.

Alessandra stared at Rabekkah. The younger woman obviously was starstruck and wanted to hang out with her. Her eyes looked like stars, and Alessandra was vulnerable enough to want her there because she felt so low about Eliza.

Rabekkah put on her jacket and led them to the bar where there was more champagne. She handed glasses to Alessandra and Leon. Alessandra squeezed Leon’s hand because she knew he had pretended not to know where the restaurant was so Rabekkah could be alone with her.

Rabekkah was lovely. She had thick long dark just like her own that she had just taken out of a bun, and she moved to leave the bar when Leon, of course, stopped her and said,

“Stay.”

If Alessandra was not in the state she had been in since Eliza rejected her, she might have been more up for Rebekkah.

But she was still so sad and “lovely” and was still tattooed on her mind.

Maybe Leon was right, and she should hook up with Rabekkah, who had not taken her eyes off of her all night. And maybe she knew that from the way she had smiled when she handed her the coupe of champagne for the guest book.

They sat close to each other at a high-top table, and Leon got a costly bottle of champagne for them.

The night had just begun…

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