“Are we still on for tonight, then?” Letti almost whispered into the phone, trying to conceal her squeal of hidden excitement.

“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t we be?” Skye said on the other end, silently keeping her own thoughts to herself. She had ideas of her own, and she wasn’t too sure if her friend even had a clue as to just what kind of Friday girl night she had been planning all week.

“Oh, nothing. I was just… thinking”

“Oh? Care to elaborate honey?” Skye knew that Letti always went insane when she called her that, and she relished the thought of just how insane she could make her. Only without words, but with actions. Once too often she had found herself alone at night, lying on her bed thinking of her friend in more than just a friendly way… sexual and sensual seemed to pop into her mind.

She had to close her eyes and shake her head to force herself to lose the images or she knew for sure she would give herself away.

“Letti… I. No, nothing…” Skye didn’t want to give herself away, but she seriously had doubt to knowing if she would be able to refrain herself from attacking her friend at first sight. It was so hard to control herself when they were together.

Letti had those sexual exotic eyes that always made her heart pound, until she could feel the vein pulsing on her neck. And her lips, so soft and sweet yet secretive, always looking so demanding, curving slightly upwards giving her face that special sexual glow of so much more. How she wanted to kiss those lips and ravish herself in a feasting manner. Did her friend even have a clue as to what she did to her? How could she possibly not, she always tried to give her the signs, little ones, yet not demanding. She wondered if..

“Skye. You’re being awfully quiet, are you alright?” Letti coaxed huskily into the phone, wondering what her friend was thinking, and wondered if their thoughts were the same. She had noticed the signs of soft touches here and there over the months, but shied them away because she didn’t want to seem so eager, because there was always that chance that you could be wrong. But, God, when Skye looked at her with those secret green eyes, she always looked like she was giving her some sexual need of wanting to feast on what could only be left to the imagination.

“Yes.. I.. I’m sorry” blushing on the other end of the phone, Skye tried to exhale her breath well enough to convince her friend that we she was indeed just fine, “I was just.. lost in thought, that’s all honey. I promise it wasn’t anything you should worry your precious little mind over” Skye tried to focus over the gasp Letti released into the phone, warning herself that she had to remain calm and focused and wait for her chance to indulge later on during their night together. Oh the plans she had been scheming was making her heart pound and her mind livid.

“Skye, there’s something I have to tell you, but I will wait ‘til we are together. It’s a surprise I hope you will enjoy” Letti was trying to regulate her breathing, for she could hear her friends breathing change almost to a halt when she accidentally gasped into the phone, which made her heart race and face flush. Oh the possibilities. She could only wish, and hope and pray that her feelings were true, and that when she told Skye that she had feelings for her, would only be returned to the same degree. She’s never underestimated her intuitions before, she’s always been right about them, but she didn’t want to get too carried away. There’s always a time when you could be mistaken, but still continued to wish, and that’s exactly what she was doing.

“So, tonight then? Around eight thirty or so?”

“Well, if circumstances were different, I’d be there a lot sooner, I assure you” Skye was beginning to feel giddy and light headed, and she needed to go and relieve herself of her sexual prowess frustrations, “But, I really do need to go. I will see you tonight; I promise you won’t regret it” and with one last final thought she whispered into the phone “I love you Letti” and set the receiver on the phones base.

Letti’s mouth was gaping open as her heart began to pound in her chest, ‘Could it be?’ she thought to herself, ‘Could it really be..’ and placed her hand over heart as if trying to settle the pounding of her rapidly beating heart with her hand, but with her nerves fraying on end and her body getting flustered it was a little harder than she’d imagined. She understood love and passion, for she had experienced both. She realized what she had sensed the first time she had gazed up into Skye’s sapphire eyes, or when she heard her voice and confronted her awesome presence: this was the one who held her fate within her grasp and could hold her heart if she weakened for an instant. She had weakened. She loved Skye and wanted her for a lifetime, and if she couldn’t have her that much, then one night of pleasure would have to suffice.

She would never regret this decision or forget this night, and after knowing Skye fully, whatever happened now, it would be worth any price she must pay.

Letti closed her eyes and let the tears slip from them, mingled with her own panic. So many emotions assailed her. Joy and resignation flooded her. Some bittersweet madness had engulfed her, for she fiercely loved and desired Skye, but she would trade nothing to have her innocence returned.

‘Remain calm Letti, you’ve got to keep your focus on things at hand’ Letti reminded herself as if she were imitating a young child, and became instantly irritated with herself.

Trying to steady her nerves Letti took a deep breath and closed her eyes and focused on the issues at hand, and then stopped and asked herself ‘but, isn’t this an issue at hand, if not something more?’ and wandered her way into her kitchen and withdrew a bottle of water from her refrigerator and wandered her way back to her sofa and plopped undesirably onto her sofa. Raising the ice cold bottle to her face, she tipped her head back and traced the rim of the bottle along the curve of her neck, and closed her eyes. Letting the chilly moistness saturate her skin she eased her body back against her sofa and ran the bottle along the curves of her body as she dreamt of the night before hand that was to take place. She knew secretly that Skye had stolen her from her own world, and made her a prisoner and now enslaved her with the trembling rapture of her own hunger…igniting a white-heat that melted her will to resist.

A moan escaped Letti’s lips as this beautiful, young woman invaded her thoughts and demanded so much more.

When she regained her wits and tongue, she murmured to herself, “What ever was all that about?” answering herself she said, “It appears that you are bewitched by a certain young girl”

Letti stood in the doorway to her darkened guest bedroom. She watched the range of emotions that came and went from her face as she made her way to her mirror. For a woman so strong and so much inner power, she exposed a helplessness and frustration which baffled even her, and wondered if she looked the same in the presence of her friend.

A prickling sensation touched her mind, that sixth sense which alerted a warrior or a hunter of approaching dangers. She watched herself flex her body as if they were sore and stiff. She looked deeper into the mirror and saw a shadow lingering behind her, one wearing a teal blue gown. Turning tensely, she looked and saw Skye standing before her in the dark shadows. Skye eyed Letti intensely like an artist did when they wanted to commit to memory every line, feature, and detail of an object of interest which must be recorded on canvas at a later date. When Letti noticed her gaze on her, it didn’t seem to halt her scrutiny.

Letti continued to undress her self and removed her shirt and tossed it aside. She placed her interlocked fingers behind her head, and smiled and relaxed as a calming glow suffused her body and mind.

Silent, as if enthralled by a magical spell which words would shatter, Letti derived pleasure from the way Skye’s eyes softened as she visually invaded her body.

There was something different about the way Skye was looking at her; Skye’s gaze was gratifying, and inflaming. But did she love her? In view of the past deeds, was it too much to expect?

Skye smiled, and then went to her refrigerator for a bottle of water.

Skye walked back into Letti’s room, standing behind her, began to massage her neck, kneading the tension put of her shoulders. “Skye. I ---” Letti tried to focus on the things she wanted to talk to Skye about and tried to regulate her breathing just from the touch of her friends’ hands on her body.

“Shhh now. Don’t speak. I envy the way you look. It should be a crime for such a woman to possess such powers of enchantment”

“I wasn’t trying to enchant you..”

“And, I wasn’t trying to seduce you either; I only want to relax you”

“Yes, but with you Skye, a look is all it takes. Never look at me like that. Such a bold and fiery gaze is an open invitation to seize you and make love to you”

“So why didn’t you stop me?” Skye asked.

“Because a caress is only a taste of what is to come. You must yield what you promised” and Letti nuzzled her neck.

“You are insatiable. I was not playing temptress. I was merely admiring you”

Letti played along with what she took as a joke to keep from answering her.

“I’m deeply grateful, kind madam”

Before responding to Letti’s words, Skye covered Letti’s lips with hers in a feverish kiss and wrapped her arms around her so tightly she could hardly breathe. When their lips parted, Letti replied softly, “You beautiful tantalizing little wench” as she pulled her dress up around her hips exposing the creamy curves of her thighs and buttocks.

“When I get through with you, you’ll be begging for me to take you”

“And in return I must make myself available to you?” Letti replied.

Skye shrugged. “If you prefer it to be that way, yes”

She hadn’t stated to how long she would have to submit to her, but it didn’t really matter.

“I will agree on those terms,” Letti said. “Would you like to have it in writing or is my word enough?”

Skye stared at her, her lips compressed in a grim line then teasingly curved into a smile.

“Sometimes I feel that you take great pleasure in taunting me, Letti”

“I am quite aware of your desires Skye. You’ve been giving me little signs for months now. Did you not think I would notice? The way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking and the way you tease me with those beautiful lips of yours. The way your voice coaxes me when you speak to me and your eyes glimmer with teases. Oh, I noticed Skye. And I notice the little advances of you when you brush up against me. What do you plan to do about those advances now hmm?”

“My, my, you’re a cool one aren’t you?”

Skye’s blood burned with every heartbeat, but she inclined her head. “You’re not used to being irresistible, are you, Letti?”

“No” She rubbed her fingertip lightly over her lip in a movement that was both ascent and provocative. The essence of Skye clung there, insisting she belonged, and took her finger from her own lip, and tapped on hers. “Such a nice mouth. Such potential. Still maybe you don’t care for... women”

The grin Skye flashed her stunned her. Her eyes glowed with it, in fascinating tones of gold and green. Her mouth softened with a charm that had a wicked and unpredictable appeal. Suddenly she was approachable, nearly girlish, and it made Letti’s heart yearn.

“Maybe,” Skye said, “you’re just not my type”

“You’re taunting me, darling” and gave one short humorous laugh “I’m everyone’s type. Well, we’ll just chalk it up to a failed experiment and move on”

Telling herself it was foolish to be hurt she stepped up to Skye and let her dress down, straightening what she’d undone.

She brushed her hands down her dress, smoothing it and said something more, but Skye didn’t hear it over the roaring of her ears. Her control broke; she felt the snap, like the twang of a sword violently broken over a knee. In a movement she was hardly aware of; she spun Letti around, pressed her back against the wall of her room, and was ravaging her mouth.

Letti yielded, utterly, then locked her arms around Skye’s neck and poured herself back.

Here, was all her dazzled mine could think, Oh, here, at last.

Skye’s hands raced over her, molded and somehow recognized each curve. And the recognition seared through her, as hot and real as the surge of desire. Skye wanted that taste, had to have it inside her, to swallow it whole. She assaulted Letti’ mouth like she was feeding after a lifelong fast, filled herself with the flavors of her. All of them, dark, ripe, succulent.

“Make love with me. I need you to touch me. I want to be with you”

Skye slid her hands around Letti’s waist, and up, until they cupped her breasts. “I want you whimpering, weak, wanting”

Her thumbs brushed the curves just above the bold blue silk of her bra. Focused on the sensation, Letti reached back as her body was turned to Skye, and linked her arms around her neck, as Skye lowered her mouth to Letti’s bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, that’s even better”

Her body began to move, timed to Skye’s strokes, but when she tried to turn, Skye held her in place. She moaned, shifted restlessly, when Skye’s fingers curved along her body, the backs of her hands teasing her nipples, making them heat and ache. “I want to touch you”

“Whimpering” Skye repeated, and ran her hands down her body. “Wanting” and cupped her hands down beneath her between her thighs. “Weak” and cupped her hands harder against her.

The orgasm flooded her, one long, slow wave swamped her senses, and the whimper Skye waited for shuddered through Letti’s lips.

Skye toed off her shoes, and then lowered the zipper on Letti’s jeans inch by inch. Her fingers barely brushed her skin as she parted the material, eased it down her body until it pooled at her feet. Skye turned Letti, then stepped back.

She wore only lace panties in the same hot blue as her bra, with sweat glistening her skin that appeared to be a little more than a mist. Letti’s body was a little more than a fantasy of generous curves, and satin skin. Her hair fell like wild hot fire over her shoulders.

I wonder if too many people have told you that you’re beautiful for it to matter if I say it”

“Just tell me that you want me. That matters”

“I want you, Letti” And Skye stepped into her again, took her into her arms, but instead of the greedy kiss Letti’d expected, Skye gave her one to drown in. Letti’s arms clutched around Skye, then went limp, at this new assault to the senses.

“Kiss me again,” Letti murmured when her lips wandered to her throat. “Just like that. Again”

So Skye’s mouth met hers, let her sink a second time. With a dreamy hum of pleasure, she slipped Skye’s clothes away, let her hands explore. It was lovely to be savored, to be given the gift of slow kindling flames, to feel the control slip out of her hands and into Skye’s. And to trust.

Skye let herself learn Letti’s body inch by generous inch, pleasured them both by possessing those full firm breasts, first with hands, then with mouth. She lowered her hands, flicked her fingers across Letti’s nipples – hearing her quick catch of breathe each time. Then slide her hands between her silky fabric of flesh.

Warm, smooth. She lowered her to the floor, felt her body yield beneath her own. Soft, willing. Letti’s lips answered hers. Eager, generous.

They watched each other in the light pillowing in from the center room, moved together. Letti found muscle, the rough skin of an old scar, and the taste of pure female. Shifting, Letti drew Skye’s panties down, and feasted on her breast as she undressed her. When Skye took her breast again, pulled her closer to suckle, her arms quivered and her hair drifted forward to curtain them both.

Letti felt the heat rising between them, sliding through her blood like a fever, until her breath was short and shallow. Letti could hear herself saying Skye’s name, over and over, as she patiently built her toward the edge.

Her eyes went cobalt, fascinating her. Her pillow soft lips trembled, her glorious body quaked.

Even as the need for release clawed at Skye, she continued to savor. Until she finally shifter Letti to her back, with her eyes locked on hers, buried her hands inside her.

Letti arched upward, her hands fisting at the carpet, her body stunned with pleasure. “Skye”

Her breath expelled in a rush, burned her lungs. “I never… not like this. Skye--”

Before she could speak again, Skye closed her mouth with hers and took her on a glorious heat filled ride of ecstasy.

(Part Two)