Lesbian SexBeginning as Friends Ch. 07Alison wiped her eyes again as she and Samara flew down the road in Samara Infinity coupe. Paris's words wouldn't leave her.
"I don't hate you. As I said, I couldn't care less about you or anything you do."
She closed her eyes and put her head back on the headrest. She was so very tired.
She felt her cell phone vibrate in her catch-all purse as she liked to refer to it, and rushed to retrieve it from the abyss. She couldn't help the flutter of anticipation that made her pulse accelerate. Maybe Paris came to her senses and wanted to apologize. She finally got it as it stopped vibrating.
She threw her Blackberry back into her purse deflated. "Damn," she mumbled. It was only an email from the Zuhair Murad website, letting her know that she hadn't viewed the new collection.
Samara looked over to Alison. "Stop tormenting yourself. She's not worth it."
Alison sighed before responding. "She was everything to me Samara and now she hates me. I don't understand how that's not supposed to affect me."
Samara gripped the wheel a little tighter but maintained her gentle tone.
"Of course, it affects you dear. But if you let whatever she said to you keep hurting you, you're allowing someone to have power over you. I haven't known you but for a few hours, and I can tell you're a strong person.
Alison looked over appreciatively. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You really saved me today."
Samara smiled genuinely. "Don't worry." She waved her hand dismissively. "I know how you can make it up to me." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Alison looked at her startled. "Samara, I can't..."
Samara laughed interrupting Alison. "Really dear, calm down." She placed her hand on Alison's thigh and squeezed gently. "You're just too easy."
Alison gave a sigh of relief and was also disturbed at the warm feeling that coursed through her when Samara touched her. She needed to get herself together.
"So how long of a ride do we have?"
Samara shrugged but made no effort to remove her hand. "Not long. Just about twenty minutes. I live within the city limits." Samara moved her hand and returned it back to the wheel as the trees rushed by them.
"I love to get out of the city when I can and recharge my batteries. It feels like I'm in another world when I visit the house. Of course, I had to cut this visit short because I had to rescue this stunning girl." She looked over and caught Alison's eye and winked. "But it was a great trade off."
Alison was warmed by the compliment and smiled shyly. Samara took the opportunity play the CD she'd been listening to earlier.
Sara Bareilles's voice permeated through the speakers. Samara started singing along with Love Song and Alison joined in happy to hear the voice of one of her favorite singers.
Samara and Alison sung and danced all the way back to Samara's condo; both enjoying the music and the company they were in.
Samara pulled into the parking garage and then exited the vehicle as Alison followed suit. Alison walked to the trunk to retrieve her bag as Samara walked over to the elevator.
Alison watched Samara walk away from the car and called out to her.
"Don't worry about the bags someone will bring them up later. Just come on." Samara called over her shoulder while pressing the elevator button to go up.
Alison looked around while she made her way over to Samara and decided this had to be the most sophisticated and modern parking garage she'd ever seen.
The entire garage had to be white, but it was a bit difficult to tell because of the soft azure colored light that illuminated the space. The room mimicked a clear beautiful sky.
Alison could hear Traumerei playing softly in the background and was in awe.
"Schumann?" Alison asked.
Samara whipped around astonished. "You listen to classical music?"
The corner of Alison's mouth upturned. "Is that so surprising? Am I too young for a bit of culture?"
Samara smiled wide. "No, of course not." Samara shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just usually not surprised by people. I can get a pretty good read of them quite easily." She let out a rueful chuckle and continued, "I guess that's why I get bored with people." She snapped her fingers. "Just like that."
Alison beamed as she caught up with her. "Well, I guess you just needed to meet me. I'm full of surprises." Alison winked.
Samara stepped into Alison's space, looking at her keenly. "I could tell that from the moment we met; that's why I intend on keeping you."
Alison swallowed and watched the sway of Samara's hips while she entered the elevator. "Are you planning on coming up?"
Alison nodded and entered the glass cylinder elevator as Samara pressed the button for the top floor; the 20th floor.
She watched as Samara entered in a five digit code before the elevator took them up.
"Wow. We're goin' all the way up huh?"
Samara nodded. "Yes, to very top." Alison watched in fascination as the floors of the garage flew by and then watched as each floor to the building flew by.
When they were just passing the 15th floor Samara smiled.
Alison couldn't help but smile back. "What?"
"Want to see something cool?"
Alison nodded.
Samara reached above her head and flipped up a latch revealing a small black button. Samara pressed it and watched Alison's face.
Suddenly the clear glass of the elevator became frosted and opaque.
Alison's mouth dropped open.
Samara's eyes danced as Alison's lit up in merriment. "Wow, that's amazing."
Samara laughed and stepped in front of Alison, pulling the band from her ponytail out, letting her soft brown hair fall around her shoulders.
"That's just a trick I can use if I want some privacy with the person I'm with..." Samara dragged her nails up Alison's neck slowly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's funny in all the time I've lived here; I've never had the want to use it until now."
Samara looked at Alison's lips and back into her eyes.
Alison's breath came out a bit ragged, turned on by the small touch. Samara lowered her lips to Alison's and watched as Alison closed her eyes.
Samara smiled, pleased in her ability to make the girl want her despite her reservations.
She took a step back as Alison's eyes remained closed and pressed the small button.
She watched as the glass unfrosted and hoped silently that Alison would be just as easy.
The elevator stopped. The automated voice announced that they had reached the penthouse and welcomed Samara home. Samara waited for the glass door to slide open and took a step out.
Alison's eyes popped open while she embarrassedly tucked hair behind her other ear. I can't believe I thought she was going to kiss me. I seriously need some bad.
Alison blew out a frustrated breath and followed Samara out.
Alison looked around baffled. She had been transported into another gorgeous area. She could not understand how she seemed to be surrounded by so much wealth lately.
Samara threw her purse on the circular overstuffed white couch and looked back at Alison.
She smirked. "I'm not one to impose my will on a person, but I think you should come in a bit further."
Alison's mouth still hung open while she looked around.
She took in the floor to ceiling windows that encircled the entire room. She took a few steps in the room and looked up at the recessed ceiling and lighting. The cream colored walls and white furniture were offset by the light colored Mohawk hard wood floors. The room bespoke elegance and class as well as money, and lots of it.
Samara laughed, pleased by Alison's reaction. "Dear, if it's this easy to surprise you, I have my work cut out for me."
Alison closed her mouth and finally spoke. "Your home is beautiful Samara."
Alison walked over to one of the windows and looked out at the water and the city coming to life.
Samara thanked her and beckoned Alison to follow her. "Let me give you a tour." They walked throughout the 8,000 square foot penthouse with Alison in awe of everything she witnessed. Wow, I could really get used to this and fast.
Samara walked into her bedroom. Unlike every other room in the home, this room had dark wood floors and dark furniture.
She walked up the five steps that led up to her sleeping area. The California King bed was covered in a luxe cream and gold duvet. In the middle of the huge covering were the letters SD embroidered in gold calligraphy. The pillows were made of the same luxe material labeled with the same initials.
The same floor to ceiling windows in the other areas were situated behind the massive bed which was located beneath a quantity of recesses in the ceiling. Each recess in the ceiling displayed a warm golden light. The room was fit for a queen.
Magnificent. Alison thought.
Alison sat down on the Victorian white leather chaise that was positioned on the lower floor of the master bedroom and looked up at Samara.
Samara took off her light ivory cardigan and discarded it onto the bed, turning to look down on Alison. "I'm going to take a hot bath. Just make yourself comfortable."
She slipped off her gold sparkly flats. "You're welcome to anything you see. Look around. And please try to enjoy yourself."
Samara continued to disrobe until she was stark naked in front of Alison.
Alison watched Samara as heat flooded through her veins and stopped in her stomach. She continued her examination unabashed as Samara walked around the bed to the right side and pushed the wall.
The door slid open and Samara disappeared.
Alison would have been more surprised by her entrance into the bathroom, if she hadn't been conducting an inspection of the most intimate kind of Samara's body.
Alison shook her head and admonished herself. How was she going to stay in someone's home if she wanted to do anything and everything to their body?
Alison took the stairs slowly overwhelmed by such an awful as well as remarkable day.
She sat on Samara's bed and loved how she sunk into the soft mattress. Alison slipped off her sneakers and curled into a ball.
She only wanted to relax for a second. Then she'd go look around. Alison closed her eyes.
****
Samara exited the bathroom feeling thoroughly relaxed by her wonderful bath. She hadn't realized how many hours had passed while she soaked in the tub. She looked at the glass clock on the end table near her bed which told her it was just after 9pm.
She looked at Alison's sleeping form in her bed.
She felt warmed by the small girl resting so innocently. She walked around to the left side of the bed and stripped Alison down to her thong.
She was surprised to find that Alison wasn't wearing a bra. Samara didn't restrain herself from tweaking the dark brown nipple. Alison moaned in her sleep which spurred Samara on further. Being careful not to wake the sleeping beauty, she lowered her head to Alison's nipple and sucked gently, which garnered another small moan from Alison. Samara felt heat in her midsection. She didn't understand what it was about this girl, but something in her wanted to make the girl scream her name in pleasure. There was something else behind that want, but didn't pause to reflect.
She placed her hand outside Alison's thong. She felt the heat from the girl's core and was bombarded with the need to taste her. Samara pulled down Alison's thong slowly, watching the girl's face for any sign of consciousness. Alison twisted her head toward Samara's direction and Samara froze.
She inhaled deeply, smelling Alison's sweet scent fill her nostrils. Her skin smelled of warm honey and vanilla and she knew that Alison's pussy would be the best she had ever tasted. She never wanted someone with such a desire before. Samara didn't question it. She just wanted to slake her curiosity so she could continue to be in control.
Samara nibbled and kissed the inside of Alison's left thigh, mindful of the emergence of the girl's pearl from its hiding place. The heat in Samara stomach lowered further and was pooling between her nether lips. Samara kissed upward slowly, nearing her goal. She stuck her tongue deep into Alison's hot center and reveled in the warmth and wetness. God, she tasted heavenly. Samara curled her tongue up slowly, lapping at the sweet deluge of arousal.
Alison was whimpering steadily now and Samara couldn't stop herself from latching on Alison's engorged clit. She sucked gently as the whimpering turned into full out moans of ecstasy. Samara sucked harder, alternating between nibbling, licking and sucking. Alison started panting faster; unknowingly driving Samara into a frenzy. Samara entered two fingers into her own soaking cunt as she continued her onslaught on Alison's pussy. Samara knew the girl was moments away from climaxing into her mouth and she sought after the taste with a yearning unfamiliar to her.
Alison was raising her hips off the bed and unconsciously fucking Samara face. She was having the most amazing dream. Paris had forgiven her indiscretion with Samara and she told her she loved her. That's when Paris gently laid her on the bed and started making love to her body. She could have cried she was so happy. Paris loved her and it was the most wonderful feeling.
Alison started gasping for breath. "I'm so close...please." Alison pleaded. Samara was unable to stop, she was caught up in the ferocity with which she was pleasing Alison. Samara removed her fingers from her cunt and entered them slowly into Alison. Alison groaned in pleasure and Samara felt the girl's walls start clenching around her fingers. She was going to come for her. Alison entire body started trembling and then she came hard. Alison continued quivering and shouted out something unintelligible. Then Samara came with her shattering into a million pieces. Alison's climax triggered her own and she was amazed. Samara started to smile slowly when then she heard Alison say Paris's name.
Samara snatched her fingers from Alison as though she burned her. She's dreaming of Paris. Alison raged internally.
She looked up into the drowsy eyes of Alison. Samara was heated but she knew Alison would resent her for what she just did. But Alison was smiling at her. Samara looked into her eyes curiously. "I love you Paris." Alison's head slipped back onto the pillow and she drifted back to sleep.
Samara rose from the bed, utterly revolted by the bitch that happened to look like her. Why does she get everything while I get what's left over? Samara seethed. No. Samara shook her head in determination. She stood over Alison's sleeping form. Alison was hers.
A malicious thought flickered into her mind and she broke out into a huge grin. She knew exactly what she had to do to completely sever the ties between Alison and Paris. Samara took care of a few details and climbed into bed with Alison, pulling the duvet over both of them. She hugged Alison close and smiled.
She would most definitely win.
****
Paris rose early after a night of tossing and turning. She cried herself to sleep at some point, only to having consecutive nightmares of Alison and Samara together in every imaginable way. Paris awoke after one dream with an unsettled stomach and vomited in the small garbage bin by her bed. She felt awful.
Paris looked at the time. 6:30 in the damn morning and I'm up. I'm as happy as a piece of shit. Paris entered her bathroom and pulled her lace boy shorts off. She needed to relax, so she ran some water in her claw foot tub, deciding it was in her best interest just to soak all day. Paris tested the water with the tip of her foot, entering the hot water gingerly. She let out a breath and rested her head on the back of the tub. She immediately pictured Alison's countenance as she left yesterday.
Paris opened her eyes and sat up. This is not going to work. Paris lifted her leg washing it slowly, making her way up to her thigh and stopped at her pussy. She sighed. She wanted Alison. She thought back to Alison's smile and lips and felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. She continued to clean herself, careful to focus on the task at hand and not afflict herself with the thought of Alison and her body.
She stepped out of the tub letting the water pool at her feet soaking into the plush floor mat. She reached for her short robe and walked to the mirror. She looked at herself. So much for relaxing.
Paris's eyes were blood shot from the lack of sleep and crying. She walked away from the mirror and opened the door to her room, flopping down on the bed.
She was restless and the ache she felt start in her chest was becoming all encompassing; flowing through her body making her lithe figure feel extremely heavy.
She heard Bea Arthur start singing What'll I Do and shot up in bed. Her phone was ringing and it was Alison's ringtone. She thought back to when Alison made her watch a Golden Girls marathon and started singing the melody along with Arthur. What Blanche said to Dorothy was true of Alison as well; she lit up a room when she sang; she positively glowed. Even more beautiful than she usually was which bordered on impossible.
She knew all the words and when Paris asked her how she said something flippant about it being a song her mother always sang. Paris remembered the sadness in Alison's eyes...she never brought it up again, but couldn't help to make it Alison's ringtone. It was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful...just like Alison.
Paris galvanized by the mere thought of Alison contacting her, rushed over to her computer desk to claim her phone. She looked down and saw that it wasn't a call but a text message. Paris closed her eyes and whispered thank you to the air. She opened the message and read.
Pear, I'm so sorry we had that big blow up, but I still care about you. You're my best friend. I don't want things to end like this. Please come to Samara's so we can talk as soon as you get this. If you don't show up, I'll take it to mean that we're completely done. I know you have issues with Samara, but if you truly care for me you'll come. I hope I see you. I miss you Pear Bear.
Paris threw her robe off and hurried to dress. It was supposed to be hot today. She threw on some white shorts, tan camisole, and matching lacy shirt. She threw on her tan high wedge heels running to grab her Hermes bag her mother gave her as a gift. She threw in her paddle brush and diamond stud earrings as she ran to her car.
She'd brush it into a ponytail before she reached Samara's. She just had to get there and beg for forgiveness. She would just be honest and tell Alison everything-her dark past with Samara and her true feelings.
Nothing would ever come between them again.
****
Samara climbed back into bed after pushing her hair back into a bun.
She slipped under the covers, positioning her body over Alison's. She kissed the girl's face slowly. She kissed down her neck and settled onto her right breast.
Alison was starting to moan softly. Samara smiled and continued. She drew the dark brown nub into her mouth sucking gently. Then she flicked her tongue over the nipple repeatedly. Alison trembled.
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