Erin No Bra

Her head came back to merge with my cheek. "I don't know. I'm confused."

"Why, Erin?" I asked her as tenderly as I could as my lips brushed her near her ear.

"Oh, god, don't do that," she whispered.

"Why, didn't you like it?"

"Yes, I liked it," she said, and I did it again, and felt her body shiver.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll do more if you think you'd like that too."

"More?" her face backed up again.

I nodded, and moved my face closer to hers. She didn't move. Our eyes stayed on each other's, then my lips brushed hers. Once more, she moaned softly, and I pressed my lips more firmly on hers, and pulled her body gently closer to mine.

"More," I whispered into her lips. "Much more if you decide you like it."

We let ourselves get carried away for a minute, but we got brought back to earth when the big cheer went up.

Erin was flustered, and pulled fully away from me, head lowered, and blushing. Lord, that blush did something special to her, blending so sweetly with her freckles and milky skin. I'd have loved to see if it ran to her breasts, and how they looked with that added coloring.

"I think I better go back to my table," Erin said, and left me.

I watched her, but I didn't feel bad. Something was at work in her, and it could be good, or it could be bad, but I knew that she did like me. She had to resolve whatever demon she had that was trying to roast her.

"Whee! That was hot, girl," Miranda said. "I don't know who won the pool, but I don't care, we all got our money's worth."

"Yeah," Naz agreed with her, as did May when she piped in.

I looked at the bras. If she asked for hers back, I'd give it to her. If not, I guess that she meant for me to have it. As a souvenir of a love lost, maybe? That question was moot in a few minutes as Miranda said that Erin was walking out. She never looked right or left, just had her head down slightly. I didn't like it. She didn't look upset, or mad—what I thought I was seeing was a troubled look on her face. I had to wonder if I caused it. I wanted to curse myself, but I wasn't sure what had happened, so I didn't. That didn't keep me from worrying that I'd been the cause of it. I'd not even thought to ask what they meant about the pool, already forgetting about it.

Not long after, I left too, taking both bras with me. Maybe she'd remember it and would want it back.

* * * *

It was a trouble filled weekend for me. On the chance that she'd look for me again, I had breakfast at the same restaurant in the morning. She didn't show up.

Sunday morning, I did the same with the same results as Saturday.

The work week wasn't a pleasant place to be in my mind. Everything under the sun seemed to pass through me, but every thought had Erin in it. As in the weekend, at night I'd keep seeing images of her, and I'd pine for her presence, to get a chance to apologize to her if I needed to, but mostly to just see her, and if I was lucky, to dance with her again. I consoled myself with the thought that I'd at least see her on Friday night, but whether she'd dance with me or not, that was something I didn't know.

* * * *

They were all there, May, Naz, and even Miranda, who had settled in with us. I looked over where Erin usually sat with her friends; she wasn't there.

"I heard she got pissed, or something like that," Naz said.

"What happened?" I asked, hoping by the way she said it that I wasn't the reason she was pissed.

"Like you, she had no idea that a pool had been made, and when she found out about it from one of her friends—the one that won, by the way—well, it upset her some, and that's why she left. She hasn't shown up here yet."

Needless to say that I stayed for a while to see if she would show up, and maybe go ask her for a dance. I had a few dances, and all of them as sedate as could be, and generally stunk up the party. I had sense enough not to ruin everyone's evening, and took my leave.

Home, I wondered how I could find out where she lived. I looked in the phone book under O'Day and O'Dea, found several O'Dea's, and a couple of O'Day's, but had no idea which was hers as none said Erin, or had an initial that I could take as being her. In bed, I pondered getting up early and going to the restaurant again to see is she might show up there, though why she should I had no earthly idea.

My sleep was troubled, but the possibility of seeing her in the morning was enough to entice me into it.

Chapter 5

Getting up I was anxious to get going. I checked the time. Was this the time I saw her at the restaurant? I couldn't remember. Would I have to eat several breakfasts? Maybe. I didn't even make coffee, and was nearly ready to leave when the doorbell rang. Looking out, I was stunned to see Erin. I rushed to open the door, and started to say hi, but she cut me off.

"I'm no one-night stand," she shot out at me, her jaw jutting out pugnaciously, yet so like a little girl.

"That's good. Had coffee or breakfast yet?" I asked as casually as I could, as gently as I could, making as if we were old friends.

It stumped her for a moment.

"Oh, I have your bra," I dared to bring it up, but again, my words were as casual as I could make them. "It's in a bag, and I'll put it out here so you can take it. If you want to, that is," I faked stumbling in my thoughts.

"Uh, okay. Yes. Thank you," she said.

"What about coffee and breakfast?"

"I mean it," she pushed it again, her jaw jutting out and all.

"No one night-stand, right? That's good. Thanks for telling me."

She looked at me as if wondering whether to believe me or not.

"Look, I'm going to make coffee, so come on, and sit down while it brews, okay?"

Her head dropped a little, but she nodded as she did. I went to the kitchen and she followed. As I started to make the coffee, she took a seat. I busied myself by getting cups, sugar, creamer, and spoons, then I had to see if there was music to face, and sat at the end of the table next to her.

"I mean it, Jennifer. I'm a go-good Catholic girl," she said. The way she said the last was as if she was hoping I'd believe her even if she was wondering herself, which she must have been, all things considered.

But when she said that, a light of inspiration lit up in me. Instantly, I sensed I knew what her problem was—she was virginal! That's why no one was ever seen to go out with her, why no one knew of anyone who'd had sex with her. These instant insights didn't come to me often, just on rare occasion. This one was one I really liked for I sensed I knew how to go about her.

I just nodded, and she got nervous, and stood up.

"I am," she nearly shouted emphatically, but close to tears.

I got up and went to her. She didn't move away, so I chanced more, and put my arms around her. Erin folded right into me.

"I think I understand, Erin," I said in my softest voice, my one hand in her hair at her neck.

"What? What do you understand?" She sounded as if she was ready to cry.

"You go to a lesbian club, you dress and dance naughtily with other women, you like me, and you know I like you. Have you confessed all of this yet?"

"Yes," she reluctantly whispered.

"And he told you that it was unacceptable, and you had to change your ways, and become as God made you to be, and to quit thinking about me or any other girl or woman, and then you got your penance, right?"

She nodded, her cheek against mine.

"And now you don't know what to do, but if you do something, you don't want just a one-nighter, huh? You don't want to go down the loose road, so to speak."

Again, she nodded. I pulled my face back, and looked at her, then my hand went to her cheek. God, Erin was so beautiful, and her eyes were pleading with me for answers, and maybe—I hoped—for love, and more too, I suspected. I loved her so much, but I couldn't hurt her, and wasn't sure if I could help her. This was odd; I'd never heard of another lesbian with this problem. All I could do was to kiss her.

I kissed her softly, tenderly, and felt my love go out to her lips, my kiss speaking volumes for me, but I had no idea if she'd listen. Her lips listened, and so did her body. Erin wrapped her arms about my neck, and held me close to her and returned my kiss fiercely. She did wonder, at the least, if she loved me like I knew I loved her. I knew she did. My one arm went under the hem of her top, and lifted it up, but I wasn't after taking it off, just needing to feel of her skin about her waist. That's all I dared do.

Oh, I wanted to take it off, to strip her naked, and to make love to her, but her words were like beacons of safety that I had to heed if I wanted more than a one-night stand. Erin owned me, owned my heart, and I knew it, and I wanted her to be with me forever and always. I couldn't hurt her. No matter what I wanted, or how much I wanted her, I couldn't, wouldn't, hurt her, no matter what my pussy screamed at me to do. I had to let her know it.

"You've been troubled by how you feel you are for a long time, haven't you?" She nodded. "And you're a virgin."

She looked up sharply at me. "How do you know I'm a virgin?" she asked.

"For one, you just confirmed it. For another, no one has ever seen you with anyone, or go out with anyone. And as beautiful as you are, if anyone had gotten lucky with you, they'd probably have mentioned it to someone else."

"Is that what you'd do?" she asked, but I couldn't tell if she was accusing me, or honestly wanting to know.

"No, I'd just love you is all," I pretty much laid myself on the line to her, "and if I could help you with your inner fight, I would."

"How do you know I have an inner fight?"

"Well, again, you just confirmed it, but for the other reasons I mentioned earlier. Erin, before you were told you were a Catholic, you knew you were gorgeous and a lesbian, and the church doesn't take kindly to lesbians, again, as you confirmed, so you've had to be struggling with it for some time. You've always known you liked other girls, didn't you?"

It took a while, but in time, she slowly nodded. "Yeah," she said at last.

"Just like before, however you want things between us, it's your turf. You tell me, and whatever you decide, it's fine with me. Well, maybe, but I'll live with it," I said, pulled back, looked at her again, and kissed her lips lightly, then stepped away.

We stood there looking at each other, panting, both of us wanting the other, both hating that I had ended our kiss, and no longer held her.

"Ready for some coffee?" I asked, and stepped further back as if to go for the coffee pot. Erin gulped and nodded slowly.

With shaky hands, I poured our coffee, and nearly spilled hers as I took it to her.

"You want me like I want you, Erin?" I asked with great care.

"I d-don't know. Maybe. I guess," she admitted at the last, her head lowering again.

"I don't want a one-night stand with you either, but I want you, and if one night is all I can get, I'll take that too if you can stand the pain it'll bring you."

"Pain?"

"Yes. A lot of pain. Your church has you in a quandary, and I guess you fight it to be as you know you are, as you were born to be, by going to the club, don't you?"

"I hadn't thought of it that way," she said quietly. "But I meant it when I said I was a good Catholic girl, or at least I've tried to be."

"That's what I thought, but it has been very troubling to you, if I'm not mistaken."

"How? Please tell me, and make it make sense to me," she challenged me.

"Because if you let me love you, you sense rightly that I'll love you like you've never thought was possible, and your body will cry, scream, and taunt you to come back to me for more. I'll show you pleasures that you may never have again, and will want forever after. It'll be like living in hell if you don't come back, and you'll be wondering if you'll live in hell anyway because your church says you will, and will condemn you for loving me."

As plainly, and as gently as I could, and with all truth and regretful feelings, I had looked into her eyes as I said that. She was speechless for a while, and looked at me, I suppose, wondering if I was serious, if I meant what I said.

"Erin, I love you, and have ever since I first saw you, and I want you with me forever if you feel the same. There. Now you know how it is with me. Drink your coffee, then I'll fix us breakfast, then we'll talk some more if you want to, okay?"

Still staring at me, she nodded her head slowly, but her face was soft, her eyes loving, and then some tears stole down her cheeks.

"Do you really mean that? That you love me?"

My hands reached out and took her hand without my thinking to do it, and I felt my heart not knowing if it should be thinking about all the love it was feeling for Erin, or if it should be getting ready to break.

"Like you wouldn't believe," I admitted. Erin tried to read my eyes. There were no lies there.

"I th-think that I love you too. I'm not sure. Oh, God, I'm not sure."

She held back the tears. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and find some way to keep her, but it had to be what she wanted, or it was no good. Oh, my body would love it, and my pussy would sing my praises, not to mention hers, but my heart would only live in fruitless hoping.

"Until you do know I'll settle for maybe," I told her. Her lips were pressed together, the tears still held at bay, then she nodded. "Now, how about some breakfast?"

Things got a little lighter. Erin helped me, and we ate, then had another cup of coffee.

"Did you know about the pool they had on us?" she asked.

"Nope, not until that night after we'd danced."

"It made me mad, but not too much. I guess I couldn't blame them. At least they picked blindly what their selection for us was. Somebody made up a lot of scenarios, and they pulled them from a pot, sort of."

"That part is news to me. I didn't stay long after you left."

"Did you go last night?"

"Uh-huh. When it was obvious that you weren't going to show up, I left. My mood wasn't too good for the rest," I grinned sheepishly.

"Did you really just go for me?"

"Yes. You're all I want, Erin; you're my fantasy girl."

She blushed up a burning storm.

"It's the truth, honey. You're all I've been seeing in my mind since I first saw you. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be saying that, and maybe making you to feel so guilty about being a lesbian."

"What if I am a lesbian, as you think I am?"

"What I mean is that I don't know if you'll let yourself be one for real. That's what I meant."

"Oh. Yeah, I see."

"Want to brush your teeth, or maybe use the bathroom?"

"Both I think. Do you have an extra toothbrush?"

"I think I can find one for you. Come on."

We both took care of what needed to be done, and I did give her all the privacy she needed, or expected, but when I came out, she was standing in the doorway looking at the bed. She looked at me and licked her lips nervously.

"It's dangerous, honey."

"Yeah, I know. I mean, I don't know, but I think it is."

"We can sit on the sofa and talk," I suggested. She didn't move, just licked her lips again.

"Can you control us?" she asked, her voice quiet as a whisper.

"Us?" If I thought she got red in the face with her other blush, I didn't know what red was. Her face was a fireball, but she didn't move.

"Yeah," she did whisper, "if it won't be too bad on you," she looked at me, her eyes saying she hoped I'd say it wouldn't be. I couldn't lie to her.

"My pussy will bitch like hell, and scream and cry, but I think I can if you're sure."

"That bad, huh?"

"She can be a real bitch, especially since she knows you're here," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Erin's face got redder, but her eyes flashed brightly, possibly lustfully, or a near equivalent.

"We can if you want to, Erin."

She nodded, and moved to the other side of the bed. We were side-by-side, neither of us daring to look at each other right away. Our arms at our sides, Erin's hand soon covered mine.

"Is that okay?" she asked quietly.

"It's fine."

Our fingers played gently with each other's, caressed, then held quietly. We didn't say a word. I wanted her to be as comfortable as she could be, and not do anything that would spook her. We stayed that way for a few minutes.

"Are you still okay?" she asked.

"Wonderful," I answered honestly. "As long as you're here, it's good."

"But?"

"Oh, I can shut her out," I said, and grinned.
Erin raised up onto her elbows, and looked at me.

"Are you sure?"

"No, but mostly so."

The way she stayed up like that looking at me, I had a feeling I knew what she was wanting. My arm lifted up, and went around her, but didn't exert any pressure on her shoulder.

"Are you sure you're sure?"

"For you, I'll beat the hell out of her if I have to to make her shut up," I said with the most serious face I could manufacture.

Erin started to move to lie on me, her head going to the top of my breast and my rapidly beating heart, and I prayed my pussy wouldn't do anything drastic on me. With her head atop my breast, and her arm moving slowly across my tummy, I felt her tension easing slowly, her breathing adjusting as I was trying to make mine do. After she seemed settled in okay, and I was relaxing as she seemed to be doing, my arm reflexively pulled her into me, and my pussy gave me a hell of a talking to.

"Thank you," Erin whispered into my breast. My breast wanted to thank her for the warmth of her breath from her words, and my pussy tried to snatch what it could of the feeling, envying my breast.

Erin didn't say a word for the longest time. I wondered if she wanted to know what it felt like to her. It was hard to believe that anyone that beautiful, and could dance as she did, and dress provocatively enough, could still be virginal, but that's what she admitted to. I wanted to respect that, and if I got the chance, to make her first time more than memorable for her.

The more she relaxed, and felt better about being on me in my bed, the more I began to hear faint noises of pleasure, or maybe delight. Little sighs, along with her hand over me now lightly caressing my side and tummy.

"Jennifer, do you truly feel that you love me?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice.

"Yes, I do know I love you, and I do feel it, and it fills my heart and mind. I'm sorry if this makes your life difficult, but it's what you were looking for, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You sense that you're a lesbian, and you go to the club for lesbians, and you're looking to find out if you can find a love there, and with a woman no matter what your church says. That's true, isn't it?"

For much too long, she didn't answer. Then she did. "No. Not anymore. I think I do love you, Jennifer. Yes. Yes, I love you, and you feel so beautiful, and you make me feel beautiful too. You're filling my heart, and I try to tell myself that I don't know what to do about you, but I know. I know," she whispered, her lips kissing my breast.

Would anyone believe that tiny kiss went anywhere other than my heart? Only a blind, or ignorant fool. My pussy twitched, and began praying she would soon get to know Erin's lips on it, and sent her love gushing to Erin in preparation.

"But now you have to settle in your mind what you're prepared, or not prepared, to do about your faith, right?" I asked after another short spell of enjoying the after glow of her kiss.

"Will you be patient with me?"

"Yes, if that's what you need, I will."

"Please. Let me get used to being in love with you. Let it take my heart over because I've been telling myself that you're just an arrogant tease. I'm sorry, but I guess that's how I tried to lie to myself, tried to keep from thinking about loving you. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, but it's not needed. I understand."