Lesbian Love Story Pt. 04

"Well if he tries I will be discrete in my reply. What wine should it be?"

"Babe, we won't have time to go a find a decent bottle of red tomorrow, maybe ask your boss if you could buy one from him. Any half-decent red wine will be appreciated,"

"I will do that. I will see you tonight, don't be late mon ami," [my friend]. She told me.

We said our goodbyes and I went back to my gardening. A text message came through an hour later and Suzanne told me she had got a bottle of Penfolds Grange 1995. I read it in disbelief.

I sent her a message 'RING ME ASAP' and two minutes later she rang.

"Is everything alright my lover?" she asked.

I immediately asked her "Are you serious with that bottle of wine?"

"Oui," [Yes]

"Suzanne, that is way too expensive. Way above what you earn sweetheart, give it back and get a nice bottle, don't spend more than $50. Honestly, the Grange is a nice gesture but way too expensive,"

"Candice mon amour, j'aurai une occasion de faire une première impression sur votre Mère et votre Père, je veux le faire. C'est mon cadeau pour eux, pas pour vous," [Candice my love, I will get one opportunity to make a first impression on your Mother and Father, I want to do this. This is my gift to them, not you.] I could tell she was angry at me.

"Why are you trying to make an impression on them, we are just friends remember," I was getting agitated.

"I know we are, but that doesn't mean I cannot be appreciative of your parents inviting me to eat at their table," She too was being forceful and taking none of my 'this can't be love' attitude.

"Go back to work and behave, Suzy," I know how she dislikes me calling her that and knowing full well what her comeback will be. Or so I thought.

"EEERRR, you are so infuriating, but I will not lower myself to your level Candice. I will see you later on." She caught me by surprise. I expected a bit of a slap down to my 'Suzy' retort.

I got on Google and looked for a bottle of 1995 Grange. The best price I found was $975.00. My Father will wet himself I thought. I smiled and thought how smart Suzanne was. She was growing on me.

I finished doing what I wanted in the garden, nurturing my herbal plants, just the three of them to keep it legal and went and luxuriated in a bath. I must have caught a bit of sun on my shoulders, as they stung a little when I submerged them under the warm water. I thought of dressing sexy and smart for her but decided to go slutty and very casual, with a loose-fitting tank top, no bra, and a pair of lycra shorts over a G string. I looked in the mirror and could just see the PL, but at 1 am, I don't think Suzanne would look too hard after her shift and if she did see any she wouldn't make a comment. I don't pull the slutty look off that well, but this time it fits my frame of mind. Let's just say I am in the mood to be ravished or to ravage.

I sat on the couch eating a zapped meal of some spicy Asian dish, and the mandatory glass of red wine, while watching some silly mind-numbing TV show. The itch in the lower regions of my body informed me I was missing Suzanne more than my brain let on. It had been two days since I dropped her home, and our constant messaging and phone calls made the time fly.

I stopped mid-mouthful of a piece of tangy beef and thought about how I missed her company. Just the little things that she did, and said. Does she irritate me, oh yes, she does that in bucket loads but strangely I missed that side of her too. She has a way about her that both annoys me and arouses me. Does that make sense?

If I talked to Mum about this she would tell me to relax and to let her into my heart, that she might be 'the one' you never know. That was enough of a reason not to let on to mum what I was going through.

I kept eating trying to put the thought out of my mind. I couldn't. Could she be the one? No way, I mean the sex was great, no I mean it, really great. But has she stolen my heart? Could she keep me at home when I wanted to go out? None of that is as important as not wanting to go out without her. I know and the truth is, could she keep me happy, or more importantly could I make her happy? I mean I haven't really tried yet, to be, you know, romantic. It was all lust and let's get naked. Which is fine, just how I liked it.

I was lost deep in my own little world. My phone had been ringing for a few short moments before I realised it. It was my other Mother.

"Hi Mum, is everything alright?" was my basic instinct question when I get unexpected calls.

"Hi Candice, yes everything is fine. I was hoping to tie you down to that lunchtime chat with Jess, my grandniece,"

"Sure thing, I am free most lunchtimes except Sundays," I told her.

"We would prefer it sooner rather than later OK?" I was asked. I sensed an urgency in her voice.

"Yes, sure, Monday maybe, but doesn't she have school?" I enquired.

"Yes she does, but it's the end of term this coming week, so they have a lot of nothing to do at school. No structured lessons. The older students get left to do as they wish,"

"I remember the last week of the school term, so much fun and trouble as I recall," I giggle as I say it.

"I suspect it was," Was all she said, before asking. "Where and what time suits you, Candice?"

"I am thinking Prices Bakery down on Port Road, the food is to die for and it's quiet enough for us to talk about whatever is on your mind and young Jess's mind. Oh, I should warn you I will most likely have a guest with me, Suzanne, we are kind of seeing each other at the moment. Nothing serious just friends,"

"I see, so you have a girlfriend now?" Her voice perked up a little.

"Mum, she is just a friend, that's all,"

"If you say so, we all need friends,"

"What time are you thinking for lunch on Monday then?" She asked.

"Can we make it say 12.30? Give us time to get up and get organised," As soon as I had said it I knew I had made a simple mistake.

"Us hey, so your friend sleeps over, hhhmmm, Are you sure it isn't serious?"

"Mum, please, we have just met, so just friends, with you know, side benefits," I laughed.

"No need for you to explain anything to me, Candice,"

"Say hi to Paddy for me but I have to go now," I told her.

"I will and I look forward to meeting this Suzanne come Monday," She replied.

And with that, she hung up. I sighed, why is it so hard for people to accept that I have a friend with benefits without it being a romantic thing? I shrugged and started to think about tomorrow.

I wasn't looking forward to it. To be perfectly honest, the only times in the past when any of us have brought a 'friend' home to our family lunch, they ended up becoming married to them.

Abigail was the very first, Caspian introduced her to us and it was plain to see, that he was smitten by her. Fergus was much the same, he fell over himself, trying to impress Caitlyn when he brought her home to introduce her to his mum and dad. He still does, silly boy, I'm not sure he can see that she loves him in the same way. They are all very happy as couples.

Me, on the other hand, as soon as someone got too close I started fooling around. My Mother gave me a stern talking to about breaking young girl's hearts. I convinced myself that I do enjoy my own company more than having someone tag along with me. I wasn't sure why I did it, the fooling around, it wasn't as if I had been brought up that way, just the opposite.

I knew what everyone was going to be thinking when Suzanne and I turned up. I will put everyone in the picture, she is just a friend, that's all. I will have to let everyone know in private that we share some fringe benefits.

I looked at the clock and it was just coming up to ten o'clock, I thought to myself how time drags when you are waiting for someone. I went and looked at myself in the mirror and disliked what I saw.

The slutty image is fine in the bedroom, Candice, but not out in public. I told myself. I decided to change back into something more sophisticated and chic.

I ran through the shower again and started the makeover of myself.

I left the tank top and lycra shorts on the end of my bed. Changing the G string for a nice baby blue, bra and panties set, all lacy and sexy. The push-up bra dictated that I wear a low-cut top, I had just the buttoned-up blouse for it. That with my white expensive jeans, and a pair of ankle-high boots, I looked how I felt. Sophisticated. I re-did my make-up and added a touch of perfume behind my ears and on my wrists, rubbing them together. Plus the mandatory two drops down between my cleavage. I did another walk past the mirror and smiled to myself, yep that tells the world who I am. It didn't dawn on me at that particular moment that I wasn't actually doing this for me but for Suzanne.

Checking the time I still had an hour to spare, so thought I would head off early and wait for Suzanne in the Bristo Bar, and surprise her.

None of this occurred to me that I was being a romantic fool without actually being aware of it. It was just me being bored at home by myself. Even though we don't always see eye to eye on things, it was good having someone to talk to. She made me laugh at the things she said and did. Plus she was sexy as all hell. I grabbed the car keys, smiled to myself and headed out the door.

Driving casually up the Salisbury Highway, I got a warning on my phono, Police RBT ahead. [Random Breath Testing] It didn't bother me, I hadn't had a drink all day. There ahead of me was a warning sign to slow down. A long line of traffic was bringing everyone to a standstill.

I patiently waited my turn to get tested. It came along soon enough, a pretty blonde policewoman came up to the window, said hello and advised me I was being breath tested for BOTH drug and alcohol. I rolled my eyes at her when she asked me if I had had a drink in the last 12 hours or taken any non-medicated drugs in the same period.

Instinctively I said "No officer," forgetting about the cannabis plant I had handled earlier in the day.

She smiled and told me to take a deep breath and to blow into the mouthpiece until told to stop. I did as instructed.

The alcohol content came back as zero as I expected. She then asked me a second time. "Have you consumed or handled any non-medicated drugs in the past 12 hours,"

I stopped for a second before saying 'No, I haven't,"

She smiled and asked me to pull my car over to the side and remain in the car. My brain started to race and think what it might be. As I pulled the car up behind a queue of other vehicles.

She then approached me with a police Sergeant and asked for the third time, "Have you consumed or handled any non-medicated drugs in the past 12 hours,"

My mind was thinking about all I had done since lunchtime. Then it dawned on me, those darned herbal plants. I answered "Yes," This time.

The police Sergeant put his head into the car and instructed me to step out. I did.

I only knew of one way to handle this and that was to be honest with them.

The Sergeant asked me again as he recorded my answer. "Madame you have recorded and admitted to us that you have come into contact with a non-medicated drug. Was that drug prescribed for you?

I can remember when as a teenager I got involved with some local lads, and my father had to attend a police station to take me home after a drunken beach party. I didn't get the right royal lecture my brothers got when they came home drunk, but I did get the best bit of advice a father could give his child.

"Candice, listen to the questions and answer only the questions," Everything else he told me that night went out the window, but that piece of advice stuck with me.

So I answered only the questions I was asked. Not elaborating or embellishing the answers.

"No, it wasn't," I replied.

The police Sergeant continued, "What drugs did you consume?"

"I didn't consume any drugs Sergeant," I told him.

He looked at me turned to the policewoman and instructed her, "Myers, take a statement and issue a formal warning, then ask the drug squad to visit her,"

The pretty policewoman acknowledged the Sergeant and asked me for my license.

I bent over, reaching into the car to retrieve my handbag, and hence my driving license and also letting the policewoman see what was on offer, hidden away in the tight white jeans.

She didn't say anything as I handed the license to her. "The Sergeant must have taken a shine to you," She told me.

"Then he would be disappointed," I told her and then continued, "But you on the other hand,"

She smiled and without missing a beat told me, "Then you'd be disappointed, very happily married, to a wonderful guy," As she wiggled her wedding band at me.

I smiled and just nodded.

She handed me a copy of a formal traffic infringement notice. I have been and admitted to coming into contact with a non-prescribed drug in contradiction to the Road Traffic Act of 2016 - 407B, furthermore, the SA Police Drug Enforcement Unit will be following up on this infringement notice.

I took the formal warning form from her said thank you and put it in my purse.

I got back into the car pulled out of the long queue and continued on my journey, all the while cursing myself under my breath. On top of all this, the car decided it needed to be filled up. The red flashing light on the dash irritated me somewhat.

Pulling into the next service station, I stopped and hit the lever to open the petrol tank lid. I looked at the price and thanked god it was on a low cycle this week, only $1.75.5 a litre. [in the US they are paying.97 USD a litre, {= $1.52AU}. In the UK it is 1.24 pounds/litre {= 2.38AU}] a darn sight better than the $2.19.9 it was last week I thought. I topped it up still cursing at the infringement notice. I went to the counter after pressing the after-hours button, and a nice Indian gentleman served me. There was a nice bunch of roses in a bucket next to the counter, I picked up a bunch thinking they would look nice in my dining room.

He wrapped them in a paper towel as I paid for everything.

I put them on the passenger seat not thinking clearly.

The short trip to the Wet Lands Café and Restaurant went quicker now. And like always I parked away from any other cars to stop picking up an unintentional door ding.

I walked to the Bistro and took in the cool night air, it felt so refreshing I checked the time and I still had a further 20 minutes to wait.

I opened the door and the noise from the wedding reception blew me away. Singing, dancing, cheering and laughter, so much laughter. I sat at the empty bar and waited.

The barman came over soon enough and smiled at me as he recognised who I was. He looked at his watch and said over the noise, "Should I let her know you are here?"

I shook my head, "Thank you but I can wait,"

"Officially the bar's closed but I can get you a drink from the wedding if you want one,"

Again I shook my head and told him, "Just a lemon, lime and bitters, thanks,"

He nodded and trotted off returning in a couple of minutes with a very large glass of said beverage. The ice jingled in it as I took my first sip.

"She knows you're here," he told me. I smiled my thank you at him. A short time later she waltzed threw the dining room doors much in the same way she did on that very first day I saw her. I couldn't help but smile at her. Just seeing her perked me up. And she, seeing me must have warmed her heart too, she came over to me and put her arms around my neck. "You came early for me?" She said as she kissed my cheek. The kiss was long and thoughtful not a hurried kiss you give when you feel you must, just to keep up appearances. But with a lot of love attached.

It was a beautiful gesture, nothing sensual or erotic about it but it made me feel good. It made me feel loved.

I looked at her, into her eyes. She was tired I could tell. I wanted to whisk her away there and then, put her into a warm lavender-scented bath and let her relax.

"How much longer?" I asked her.

"We are tidying up now, it is just the remnants of the families left," She explained. Then took a little sip from my glass.

I opened my arms and welcomed her into my embrace. I was still seated on the swivel bar stool and she fitted into my legs, they were opened and she stood up close to me, her arms once again rested around my neck, and she leaned in. I let my hands fall to her waist and then I felt her buttocks, squeezing them. She smiled, gave me a quick kiss on my lips and then pulled away. Telling me, "The sooner I get back to it the sooner I will be finished,"

I nodded in agreement with her.

She kissed me again. Smiled at me as her hand felt soft against my cheek, she let her fingers slowly run down the side of my face, around my bottom lip, I kissed her fingertip, she continued down my throat and she undid the top button on my blouse.

"Hurry," I told her.

My breathing had changed in that one moment, from being calm and collected, I had become aroused beyond belief.

She turned and slowly walked away back to the dining room.

I took a very large sip from my long glass of Lemon, Lime and Bitters. Where once the ice had jingled in the glass, now there was no such noise. The ice had melted. The atmosphere was hot.

I turned back to the bar and waited, it wasn't long. Suzanne came out just after the hour mark and suggested we should go. She handed me the bottle of Penfold's Grange 1995. I finished the drink, got up, took her hand and walked out to the car. All the while telling her "This is way over the top Suzanne,"

I am often told that you can see when two people are in love, just by the way they greet each other. I am not sure what our greeting told others about us but it was the little things we did for each other like just opening a door for her, holding her hand, and watching her walk these were the signs that told me she was different. I never felt the desire to do that to the many other girlfriends I had had.

I opened the car door for her and she was about to get in when she saw the flowers on the car seat. I smiled as I looked down at her. She smiled and hugged my arm.

"You bought me flowers," She said it in such a way I didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise. I walked around to the driver's side and watched as she fiddled about getting comfortable. I just shook my head, she can be a strange woman at times.

It wasn't until I got into the car and went to put my seat belt on that she told me, "One little gift deserves another," As she handed me her panties. Then rested her hand on my thigh as she kissed me. I melted instantly.

"You are amazing, Suzanne,"

"Yes, I know," She told me, a wicked smile on her face and a look in her eyes that suggested we weren't going to get much sleep this night.

I put the car into drive and pulled out of the car park and into the early morning traffic. The traffic wasn't that heavy and the run home was smooth. I hadn't heard a word from Suzanne for a short while and wondered what was on her mind. When I turned to look at her, she was sound asleep. I smiled, she had after all just completed a double shift. Her hand was still in place, high on my thigh. It felt like the right place to be.

I pulled into her car park space set aside for her apartment. No sooner had I turned the car off than her eyes opened.

"Hey, you tired babe?" It was a rhetorical question. She just smiled and barely in a voice at all, murmured, "Oui,"

I took her by the hand wrapped my arm around her waist and helped her up the three flights of stairs. She gave me her keys and I opened the door, turned on a light and she pointed to her bedroom.

I laid her on her bed and pulled the Duna over her. I kissed her forehead and said quietly that I would ring her in the morning. Her eyes shot open, "NO! Please stay with me, please Candice, tonight I need you to hug me,"