Sky has never been accused of being shy, and this moment proves that point. She wraps her slender hand behind the neck of her lover and whispers fragments of fantasy into her ear. Charlie shudders at Sky’s words, her mouth presses gently against her flesh.
“I’m not wearing anything under my skirt…” Sky said with a sharpened tongue.
Charlie feels herself get wet beneath those words. Sky’s audacity seizes Charlie with complete surprise, and utter delight.
Charlie can only concentrate on the not so subtle hiss from the mouth of her lover. Her thighs tighten as she tries to stop the flood that is building beneath her freshly pressed khakis. The desperation of public sexuality wells inside of her. She wants to take Sky into her arms right there at the table. She has flashing fantasies of slipping her hand just below the fancy, white tablecloth to confirm what she already knows to be true. Sky is a fantastic tease. She moves away from Charlie, but her lusty gaze still rests on Charlie’s full lips, now parted slightly by the promise of things to come.
The clever retorts that Charlie relied upon were a cruelty to her nature. She is lost in a sea of temporary amnesia. Her body is suspended on the chair. Her steady and calm distance is slipping from her grasp. “That is what I love about you. You are a master of surprise, and you dismantle my armor with bare hands,” Charlie says, admiring Sky for being an irrepressible sex fiend.
It was always an adventure with Sky. Charlie thought that Sky’s parents must have named her that due to the fact that she is as expansive as the horizon and never close enough to Earth for mortals to touch. This thought brings back Charlie’s senses to a small window of clarity.
“Pin stripes are my absolute favorite on you.” Charlie follows the narrow lines of the business suit with her eyes.
Sky had a perfect body, all breasts, slim waistline, and muscular legs. This of course only was topped by the almond shaped eyes of a cat that peered right through Charlie, alive with sexual tension.
Sky leans in again, close enough to be heard, but far enough away to be missed. “I would hate to be alone with you in a Laundromat, Mr. Charlie.” It is said with a hint of truth, but Sky’s eyes slant in an attempt to conjure another fantasy in Charlie’s gray matter.
This temptation was too much, and it was never enough in equal parts. How was Charlie supposed to get any work done that day? It was two days before Christmas and there was so much shopping left to do. Leave it to Sky to complicate the simple tasks of an average day. These moments frustrated and excited Charlie to the point of exhaustion. She thought about Sky resting naked on her bed with her legs crossed in defiance. How to get inside without bursting under the pressure. Like a code that needed to be cracked.
A fidgety waitress flouncing up to the table displaces the fantasies. “Are we all set here?”
Charlie is pulled back into the Earth’s atmosphere by the shrill pitch of the waitress’s voice. “Yes, check please.”
Her own tone is surprising to Charlie, her rude words felt pushed out. The waitress furrows her brow at Charlie as if disciplining an unruly child before she drops the check next to the burning black candle between them, and she shuffles away in disgust.
Sky nearly giggles out loud and says, "Why, Mr. Charlie, what could make you lose your cool like that?”
It is all part of the seduction for Sky. She lives on thrills and thrives on using her feminine tricks. This behavior had unnerved Charlie from the moment that they met. It was a constant challenge to uphold a level of intelligent conversation with Sky-- what with those high cheek bones and begging eyes.
Sky was pure exhibitionist. She would do things in public that were ever so subtle to passersby but unraveled Charlie to the core.
When Sky noticed Charlie’s eyes resting at the base of the pin striped skirt she parted her legs just enough to make Charlie wonder if she would be able to leave the chair with her dignity.
“ Whoever said that femininity is overrated, kind sir?” Sky smirks at her own words, knowing that she will pay for this later.
Charlie was a self-proclaimed lover of women, a calm and charming egomaniac who lived her life in measures of calculated discipline. Sky had shattered the fragile glass in Charlie, and still she longed for the girl.
Charlie replies, “Femininity is fine in the making of love, but masculinity gets the job done.”
Sky lifts herself from the table just enough to give Charlie a fair view of her lace bra and says, “You will take what I have to give you. You will like it. You will ask for more.”
A blush begins to build in Charlie’s cheeks. Sky drives her absolutely mad with desire and disrupts her natural flow of thought. Charlie is an intellectual. She has a degree in veterinary medicine, and she is an avid reader of books. It is unlikely that this eager young college student could sway her. Her nobility is constantly challenged by the youthful Sky. Charlie is the type of person who would never run around or give in to primal urges. Sky ignites a new passion in Charlie which is foreign and exotic to her.
Charlie stands to collect the check, and her hand is slapped away by the pinstriped arm of the fiery blonde.
“I’ll get it. You can be a nobleman later.”
It is a deliberate insult to Charlie, and she spends a moment in disbelief, followed by the plotting of revenge. Sky was in trouble before, but now she was really pushing her luck.
Charlie says, “ I will deal with you later. For now there is shopping to do.”
The two of them wander the crowded streets of New York weaving in and out of the stores like making a wicker basket. Charlie’s body is following the flow of Sky’s footsteps, and she can feel the heat radiating from her thighs in anticipation.
Sky’s hand slips over Charlie’s with the frolicking enthusiasm of a child in a candy store, knowing full well that Charlie will eventually break. Sky is just as anxious for their rendezvous, but she is the high priestess of hidden emotion. She always mutters to Charlie, “Patience is a virtue. All noble Knights of the world know this and remain steady until the end.”
Charlie can hear the girl’s voice echo these words, and still she feels her patience wearing down.
After infinite hours of shopping, Sky directs Charlie into a movie theater without permission. It is all that Charlie can do not to grab the young tease and carry her back to her apartment. So what if her apartment is miles away, the weight of fantasy gave Charlie the strength to accomplish any feat. With hesitant irritation in her voice Charlie says, “I thought that we were done for the day. Don’t you want me to have any energy left?”
Sky smiles a deviant grin and replies, “You will wait for me, and you know it. The waiting is what makes life more interesting. Now take me to the movies, big bad wolf.”
They choose seats near the blackened wall of the theater. It is close enough to touch the fabric draped along the edges of Charlie’s sanity.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, my sweet Sky.”
Sky leans in close enough for Charlie to feel her breath tickle the skin of her neck. "You know precisely what you'll do with me, Mr. Charlie, but I want to spoil you for all other women in the meantime. Besides, it is completely dark in a movie theater. Perfect for my brand of public nudity.”
Those words scorched a hole in Charlie. “Right here in front of God and everybody? Why Sky, I wouldn’t expect this kind of behavior from a lady.”
Sky lowers her voice to purr and whispers, “I never said that I was a lady. Sit next to me for this, and I will hold you firmly to your morals.”
When the movie begins Charlie misses the opening credits. The name of the film escapes her with Sky in such close proximity to her right arm. The heat is as intense as it has always been. There are very few people in the theater this close to Christmas. Perfect for two lovers in the heat of secrecy. With a guided hand Charlie explores the edges of Sky’s skirt. Then her soft inner thigh, then the limits of public sex.
Charlie thought, “Before I met Sky I would have thought that this was Trashy, dirty, and deplorable. I must be the last conservative lesbian.”
Just as Charlie’s fingers brush Sky’s aching nakedness beneath the skirt Sky pulls her hand away in classic tease fashion as she growls, “You cannot have me here, Charlie. I want you hovering over me in sheer abandon. This is a preview. Take me to your bed, and share your fantasies with me.”
Charlie loses all sense of Earth beneath her, and she clasps her girl’s hand for a hasty exit. Usually, Charlie would find it wasteful to pay for a movie that was not going to be seen, but Sky was a player of games.
The movie was a farce from the beginning. It was just another way to detach Charlie from her familiar playing field. Charlie has become accustomed to women chasing her. She is beautiful, successful and charming. She has dated other women, but Sky is different. She has the power to awaken Charlie’s deepest desires.
“What’s the rush Charlie? Don’t you want to see what’s his name fall in love with the girl of his dreams? All dripping in sappy hetero sentimentality?”
Charlie snaps at Sky, “I am living that dream. Minus the hetero part, and if you don’t follow me to my bed I just might spontaneously combust!”
Sky smiles that smile that she gets when she has successfully accomplished her goal of tearing Charlie apart. “It looks like I’ve hooked myself a live one.”
On the train back to Charlie’s apartment Sky refuses to sit next to her. She chooses to sit across from Charlie in cat like defiance. Hinting at the earlier proposition by sitting with her legs uncrossed.
When no one is looking, Sky parts her legs slightly and slides suggestively toward Charlie with the casual appearance of normal shifting in an uncomfortable plastic seat.
She smiles at Charlie as though they did not know each other. As if Charlie had never found a comfortable place between Sky’s knees.
Charlie raises an eyebrow. This girl is a treasure chest of lapsed sensibilities. It is all Charlie can do not to moan out loud for her unruly playmate. Sky’s play is tortuous like the forbidden pleasures of earlier centuries. Charlie’s thoughts turn to the lyrics of “Adam and Eve” by Ani Difranco; “I just happen to like apples and I am not afraid of snakes.”
Sky sways her hips in front of Charlie all the way up the stairs to the apartment. She is walking slowly on purpose. Charlie wants to grab the girl by both hips and shove her up the stairs with the primitive response of a cave man. She wonders how this girl can stand this much hesitation. Yet the promise is there, present in all of its glory. The place where Charlie could lose herself. It might not be love in this moment, but this level of intoxication is sure to lead to addiction.
Charlie fumbles for her house keys. What a time to worry about entry to her home, when she is more concerned about entering Sky. After all of the tension created by this wispy elf there is only a door separating Charlie from Sky. One last barrier, mocking Charlie as she attempts to defy it. She tries to play it cool as she digs through her pants’ pockets for keys to salvation.
Sky stands next to Charlie with her arms crossed observing this clumsy awkwardness. Sky is amused. She takes deep solace in creating this level of flustered tension.
Charlie can’t even look at her. She knows that this “evil” girl will speak the obvious. Charlie mutters, “First of all…Shut up!”
Sky giggles out loud and finds it difficult to stop.
The keys strike Charlie’s fingers with the pointed teeth of reassurance. This night will happen after all. It is as painful and sweet as the woman she would hold to her promises. The door is flung open with criminal violence. Charlie grabs Sky around the waist and slides her tongue into the girl’s mouth, searching for that place of complete release within Sky’s body. Charlie shakes in her own skin when she lifts a boot to slam the door shut again.
She separates from the kiss only long enough to demand, “I will have you despite your attempts to save yourself. You have pushed me too far, and I will show you what noblemen do to lusty peasant women!”
The trail to Charlie’s bedroom is littered with scattered pin stripes, and a white blouse. Sky knows that she is in for it. She clutches to Charlie’s shoulders. Charlie grabs at her naked flesh with unrestrained hunger, and it is too intense for a break. Sky has provoked a whirlwind of passion that is as unrelenting as her teasing. It is glorious.
Charlie feels Sky pull at the back of her hair, trapping tiny strands between petite fingers. Hunger possesses them, and there is no return from the edge. No more fumbling, the jokes are over, and Charlie is focused on the girl in her arms. Sky’s pretty lace bra is a mere obstacle. Charlie flings it up without the distraction of clasps. Sky’s breasts fall out into the hands of her lover and then into her mouth with little need for ceremony.
Sky feels a hand plunge under her skirt like flames licking at the cool night air. It is pagan and carnal, like all parts of life that are hidden.
Charlie loses all sense of her stable nature. They enter a place which lies between the realm of the conscious and the glory of the divine.
Sky has never been a religious person, but she swore to several gods in that moment, both silently and not so silently. Only the thrusting tongue of her partner muffles her moans.
When Charlie pushes off of Sky’s quivering body, it is to grab the silky tie from a robe on the floor. Charlie moves with purpose and grabs Sky’s thin wrists to bind them to her liking. When Charlie is satisfied that Sky will not be able to elude her any longer she hovers above her to swing the sash around the bedpost.
When the knot is tied Sky throws her head back against the bed in ecstasy.
There are no matters of trust to be resolved between them. Sky asked for this, and Charlie is true to her word. It is an amazing thing for Sky to let go, and now she has little choice. Just the feeling of being restrained nearly causes her to orgasm, but the feeling of probing fingers finishes it.
Sky makes no attempt at escape when she arches her back in mind numbing release.
Charlie says, “I told you that you were in trouble.”
Sky can barely find a word to speak, “I…I… think I love you.”
Charlie straddles the shivering girl and unties the knot with her wet fingers. “I think I love you too.”
Charlie assumes that Sky will be completely incapacitated at this point, but Sky is full of surprises. The orgasm is just a temporary distraction.
Sky is more excited than she has been through all of the teasing of the day.
Charlie stands at the edge of the bed with a look of satisfaction upon her face when
Sky lurches forward with the passion of a woman scorned. Now Charlie is the one in trouble. Sky wraps her shaking legs around Charlie’s knees. The tighter the embrace, the more difficult Charlie finds it to remain standing.
Charlie moans, “It’s never enough for you. You are a devil.”
Sky whispers, “You never should have untied me.”
Sky is sitting upright now, and she reaches up to grab Charlie’s neck. Then she slides her delicate hands over the top button on Charlie’s gray shirt. “What are you hiding under all of this cloth? May I take a peek?” Sky’s voice is sprinkled with playful questioning, but Charlie’s answer is of no consequence. Sky will explore Charlie’s body with or without express permission.
Charlie feels her blood pressure rise to her throat. Her heart pounds. This girl could drive her mad with the methodical undoing of buttons. It is slow and deliberate. Days pass for Charlie in those few short moments. She studies Sky’s face and finds an aching need pool beneath her own skin. She wants the girl to touch her. This is ridiculous, how could this girl restrain herself in such cool detachment.
“I think I will collapse from old age by the time you reach your destination.”
Charlie remains standing only by spreading her legs into a wider stance.
Sky’s death grip loosens as she concentrates her energy on sliding the shirt from Charlie’s shoulders. Sky looks, but does not touch. She touches, but not enough. Charlie’s knees nearly give out beneath her when Sky approaches her belt buckle. Charlie’s outburst about Sky’s taking too long only makes Sky creep.
Charlie wants to grab Sky by her shoulders and shove her back onto the bed, but she remains standing.
Sky bends her head down to the buckle with hungry snarling sounds. She bites down on the soft leather until it bends to her will, and she pulls the end of the belt through the loophole at Charlie’s waist. This is the first sign of Sky’s breaking under pressure.
Charlie revels in this feeling, she feels like a long awaited birthday present dressed in brightly colored bows.
The leather leaves a sweet tang on Sky’s tongue. There is something about that taste that makes all conscious thought disappear into the night. Sky raises her head to Charlie with her eyes still closed and licks her lips in invitation.
Charlie cannot take this. She grabs at her own belt and pulls the leather violently until it separates from the metal buckle.
Sky increases her pace. She throws her thin left arm around Charlie’s waist to hold her still, and upright. She kisses the soft skin just above Charlie’s pants, and runs her tongue along the edge of the fabric.
Charlie is biting her lip to avoid spewing demands at the girl dangling from her waist. Sky’s fingernails scrape against Charlie’s khaki shield before she takes the small copper zipper between two fingers. She slides the zipper down half way, and then she looks up at Charlie for recognition.
Charlie sways like a tree in a gentle summer breeze. Her eyes are closed with a hint of pain. It hurt to be vulnerable, and it hurt more to be waiting for Sky’s touch. Sky senses the hesitation and recites the first lines of her latest poem, pleading in agony;
“I am your fantasy. Your throbbing need. I live inside of you, and I live without you. You dwell within the bounds of my imagination, and I will have you despite limitations of the flesh.”
Charlie relaxes under the gentle persuasion of Sky’s voice.
Sky holds tighter to Charlie’s back when she slides her hand inside the zipper.
Careful not to roam to close to the fire. Charlie’s thigh is alive with heat, and every caress brings her closer to God.
Sky’s head rests at Charlie’s waist. She is living every moment vicariously through her movements. Imagining what this must feel like for Charlie. The hot and undeniable thrust of her hips when Sky runs her fingers over the most sacred of places. Charlie thinks that she may die.
Sky grasps Charlie’s underwear with one finger and guides it slowly to the side. Exposing the tender parts of Charlie. Charlie throws her left leg onto the bed next to Sky in anticipation. Sky revels in the viewing of Charlie’s magic. The loose khakis allow for the free roaming of Sky’s fingers. A peep hole into the holy land.
Sky enjoys making love with clothes on. It mimics mystery, creating a voyeur, and an active participant in a solitary action. Watching her finger slide into Charlie through tangled hair in a small opening of a zipper is a tease. Sky wants to possess the woman, control her movements, and savor the slow rotations of Charlie’s hips.
Charlie tenses at the onset of release. Her hands swing downward and appear to be searching for something to clinch down on. Her fists tighten at her sides until the pounding of her heart turns to loud vibrations in her ears. Charlie peers down at her lover with half opened eyes. She is drunk on adrenaline and saturated in a pool of contentment. Her bones melt into hot lava and then cool against the skin of her tormentor.
This act of trust, to fall forward with the knowledge that there is love to catch her, conjures a whisper of absolution from Sky, “Charlie, you are the tortured artist of my dreams.”