With Open Arms Pt. 02

Jennifer continued with her tale until she'd covered her ill-fated attempt to end things, describing in detail what all he'd done to her and the resulting chase through the city streets ending with her hospitalization and his happy demise.

When she finished, Kacy looked at her and said, "Wow, no wonder you didn't want to talk about it."

Jennifer was grateful that Kacy didn't offer her sympathy. She'd gotten enough of that to last a lifetime during her hospitalization and recovery. Instead, the dark-haired beauty leaned in, kissing her softly and repeatedly until their passion once again began to build. As their tongues tangled, Jennifer felt the dark-haired beauty slide two fingers inside her pussy. She was moaning in approval as she reached over and cupped Kacy's left breast and began to massage it firmly. Kacy's palm bouncing against her clit as two fingers slid in and out of her opening, quickly pushing her towards her third orgasm of the night. When her climax finally began to subside, the petite Asian beauty slung one leg over her chest and perched her pussy scant inches from Jennifer's mouth.

"I want you to eat my pussy again, baby, so I can come all over that pretty face of yours," she said as she lowered her dripping slit down to Jennifer's waiting tongue. The blonde wasted no time burying it between her lips and running the entire length of her pussy. Jennifer again found herself wondering how she could ever go a day without experiencing this taste and aroma. Reaching her arms around, she grasped both of Kacy's supple ass cheeks and spread them wide as she licked around her vaginal opening, trying to gather all the glorious juices leaking from her lover. When Jennifer slid her tongue into her quivering orifice, the little Asian beauty signaled her approval by moaning and beginning to gyrate her hips. As she fucked the hot hole with her tongue, she suddenly felt her lover's tongue sweep down through the folds of her pussy, sending waves of pleasure radiating through her core. In response, Jennifer pushed her thumb through Kacy's wet slit before using it to begin circling her little nub. As she felt Kacy suck her clit into her mouth and start attacking it with vicious strokes of her tongue, she knew the experienced lesbian was soon to make her come again. Not wanting to be outdone, she used her thumb and forefinger to begin pinching the girl pleasure bundle using varying amounts of pressure. Just as her climax prepared to go over the edge, Jennifer felt the inner muscles of Kacy's pussy begin to spasm, quickly followed by a fresh splash of girl cum coating her face. She was still licking up as much of the orgasmic bounty as she could when Kacy suddenly slid two fingers into her cunt. She began pounding away at her hole as she continued to attack her clit with her tongue, rewarding Jennifer in less than a minute with her fourth orgasm of the night.

It was almost noon before the two lovers woke the next day. Jennifer was the first to rise, quickly making her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she returned, a very sleepy looking Kacy lay there smiling up at her.

"So, did I deliver what I promised I would?" she asked with a grin.

Jennifer slid back into the bed and softly kissed her lips, taking the time to nibble on both individually. "I think you exceeded my expectations by far." She then added, "As long as I live, I can promise you I'll never forget tonight or the girl that took my lesbian cherry." She said, in a bit of a teasing way, though, in all honesty, she meant every word it.

Reaching around to smack Jennifer's ass with her left hand, Kacy used her right to pull the blonde in for a sweet kiss before saying, "You'd better not because I know where you live."

"You hungry?" Jennifer asked.

In response, Kacy's stomach growled, causing both of them to laugh. "Starving as you can probably hear," she replied, "but before we make breakfast, why don't we have one more taste of dessert."

When they'd both brought each other to several more orgasms, they finally managed to tear themselves from the bed. They made breakfast together consisting of pancakes and turkey bacon using whipped cream and fruit as a topping. They then showered together, taking advantage of the bench seat in Jennifer's oversized shower to pleasure each other one last time before soaping up to wash all the traces of sex away.

After they parted ways with the agreement they would get together again soon, Jennifer found herself once again thinking of Marianne. She couldn't help but wonder what had become of her after the scene at the bar. That Marianne would allow herself to be treated in such a way still astounded her. It went against the grain of everything she'd ever known about her. And even if what Kacy thought turned out to be accurate, Jennifer knew for a fact that she didn't have a dominant streak in her, so how could they ever be together?

Chapter 6: Deacon Blues

Around seven that evening, she began to feel restless and needing something to do, changed into her bathing suit, and put on a swim cover. She then grabbed the new book she'd purchased and a towel and headed for the elevator.

One of the big selling points to this building was the rooftop pool. Jennifer liked to take advantage of it in the evenings during the summer months. Most of the tenants that had access to it preferred to use it during the day. That left her with ample opportunity to often find some solitude with a good book and a glass of wine.

When the elevator doors opened on the roof, Jennifer stepped out into the summer heat and looked around, searching to see if she was alone. There was a solitary figure on the far side of the pool sitting at its edge while they soaked their feet. The short blonde spiky hairdo left little doubt, even from this distance, as to who it was.

Marianne looked up as she heard her approaching. The mirrored shades she wore hid her eyes, but her body language told Jennifer all she needed to know. Her body instantly stiffened once Marianne recognized who Jennifer was. For a moment, Jennifer thought she might flee the way she'd done to California when Marianne thought the woman she loved had rejected her. Jennifer just stood still, giving her space. The last thing she wanted to do was panic Marianne by crowding her out.

The two women stared at each other through tinted shades from twenty paces, ironically waiting to see who would be the first to blink. Neither one of them was willing to turn away from the other this time, almost subliminally seeming to know that would mean the death of anything they might become.

When Jennifer saw the first tear stealthily sneak from beneath Marianne's shades and roll down her cheek, she realized it was on her to act.

"Can I come to sit with you?" she asked.

At first, Marianne did not react, and Jennifer found herself unsure whether or not she'd heard her. A slight nod from her friend's head proved her wrong. She slowly made her way around the corner of the pool and sat down on its edge, slipping her feet in the water. Though she wanted intensely to wrap the girl in a hug, she resisted the temptation leaving about three feet between where they sat. She sat her bag between them as Marianne watched her closely. Reaching into it, she pulled out a wine glass and a bottle of red she'd grabbed out of her fridge on the way out the door.

"I've only got the one glass, but we could share if you'd like M?" she asked.

For the first time, she saw a hint of a smile. "Nobody has called me that in years," she said.

Jennifer poured the wine and offered the glass to her friend. Marianne took it, but though she couldn't be sure, Jennifer was reasonably confident she never took her eyes off her. She had the sensation of being watched, or perhaps more accurately, studied.

Her suspicions were confirmed when Marianne pointed to her cheek and asked, "What happened to your cheek Jenn?"

Jennifer reached up and traced her fingers down the scar perplexed at her question; evidently, she had to know? "You know I almost died, right?" she asked.

Marianne's body stiffened as she reached up and pulled off her sunglasses. "What...when Jenn? What happened?"

Jennifer studied her reaction. She knew her friend well, and there was no indication she was insincere. "A little more than two years ago and a little less than six months after you left for school. Didn't your brother tell you?"

Feeling almost faint, Marianne shook her head, "No, nothing. What happened?"

Jennifer felt nauseated at the thought of having to tell the tale again. Staring down at the water as the thought occurred to her that at least it would finally allow her the chance to explain to Marianne why she'd asked her to wait six months.

Jennifer reached the part of the story about the contract with her mother, and the non-disclosure agreement, tears once again began to stream down her face. This time Jennifer didn't hold back though she did approach her cautiously. She moved her bag and reached her hand out, setting it on Marianne's, not stroking or squeezing; she just wanted her to know she was there for her.

"I'd have done anything to have been able to let you know. I begged my mother to allow me to explain it to you, but she refused to allow it because it didn't benefit her. I couldn't risk signing the paper and going behind her back and telling you as much as I wanted to. Doing so would have not only cost me of being rid of my mother four years sooner but would have also cost me a ten percent penalty on my trust fund. You were already mad at me, and I had no way of knowing how you'd react to the news. I'm sitting here right now looking at you, and I still can't be sure."

She didn't reply, but she did wrap her thumb over the top of Jennifer's hand, giving it a light squeeze. Jennifer felt her eyes moisten, and her heart begins to race. It dawned on her that she was scared, scared of being rejected by the only person she'd ever felt a real romantic connection with throughout her life. What Jennifer had with Kacy was beautiful, but Jennifer knew it was nothing more than raw lust. Maybe over time, something could develop there, but with all the history she had with Marianne, development wasn't necessary.

"M, please say something, I'm dying here," Jennifer begged.

Marianne stared out at the water for a few moments before asking, "Did it mean anything to you, Jenn? Do I?"

Interlacing their fingers, she said, "M, please look at me." She waited and watched as Marianne slowly turned her head, a wounded look on her face as if she already expected terrible news. "Before that day, M, I had been in a huge case of denial regarding my sexuality. I'd always assumed I was straight though if you remember, I could never find a guy I was attracted to period. That day of the party, when we kissed, it was like the scales fell from my eyes, and all of a sudden, I could see that I was desperately attracted to you. I laid in bed that night after confessing to Charlie and Tabitha that I thought I might be gay and thought back at all the times I felt my eyes drawn to you or other girls. It hit me that night how things like that never happened with guys. By then, though, I'd already reached that stupid agreement with my mother. As far as what you mean to me, you mean the world and always will regardless of anything else." Jennifer paused here, biting her bottom lip, struggling to find the right words to say. "And if you had returned home a single woman, I would have been knocking on your front door the second you returned. The truth is, M. I've thought of you every day since you left and dreamed of you a lot of nights. Hell, the only coma dream I remember was a reoccurring one of you."

A brief twinkle returned to Marianne's eyes as did the slight smile, but both disappeared as her last words registered. "Coma? God Jenn, what happened while I was gone?"

Jennifer took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, maybe I'd better finish my story, so you have a clearer picture. Then I'll answer any questions you might have."

And when she had, at last, finished, she tilted back the remaining half glass of wine and drained it as if needing to cleanse her pallet. As she poured another glass of wine, Marianne at last filled in the gaps on another mystery.

"I was so mad at my parents when they rejected me. Dumping the phone they'd given me in their mailbox was a last-second, impulsive act. It wasn't until I got to California that I realized I had no way to access my contact list. I didn't know anyone's numbers or contact info, and after a while, I was okay with that. I figured that maybe it was time to put that part of my life behind me. The last few years here had been painful for me. Living in the closet, pining away for you wondering if you'd ever notice me, it was painful and lonely at times." Marianne said, her eyes with a faraway stare as she remembered what life had been like then. She gave her head a slight shake, snapping out of her melancholy and once again meeting Jennifer's eyes.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me, Jenn. I know we were in a rough place, but I hope you believe me when I say I would have set all that aside to support you when you needed me."

Jennifer nodded her head in response but said nothing. She wanted to believe her friend but at the same time, wondered if she would have genuinely been willing to set aside her new life.

"Anyway, as I was saying, moving to Cali gave me a chance to start over, and I did. I dyed my hair a lighter shade of blonde, started doing yoga and threw myself into my school work for maybe the first time in my life. It all helped, but I was still sad. I still couldn't get you off my mind nor stop wondering what I might have done differently. Right before the fall semester started, I attended an LGBTQ function one Friday night and made some new friends, one of them being Zoe."

"That your girlfriend/mistress name?" Jennifer asked, not trying to sound too catty.

Marianne's hand immediately went to her throat, where the collar she was wearing rested. "I guess you noticed, huh?" she asked.

"Not at first, no," said Jennifer shaking her head. "Kacy had to point it out to me."

"Kacy, is that your girlfriend's name?"

Jennifer smiled, she could hear the slightest hint of jealousy in Marianne's voice, and it made her feel good. "Kacy isn't my girlfriend, she's just a friend," Jennifer said, hesitating before adding, "We just met that night at the bar. She was my first."

Jennifer's revelation caught Marianne by surprise. "You met her that night at the bar, and that was the first time you'd ever slept with a woman?"

Jennifer nodded her head in response.

"Wow," Marianne responded, "Why wait all this time would be my first question? My second would be what happened to my friend Jenn who seemed almost allergic to the thought of casual sex?"

Jennifer couldn't help but laugh, and it felt good to do it in front of her friend again. "Well, I guess the concept seems a lot more plausible once you've accepted your sexuality and have convenient access to a pool of potential suitors. I will admit to enjoying the notion that the option is always there."

"And the first question?" Jennifer asked.

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and blushed, looking away from her friend. Marianne waited patiently, but when it became apparent an answer wasn't coming, she let it go. It was evident to her that Jennifer was embarrassed about whatever the answer was.

After a moment, Jennifer changed the subject saying, "I would have never taken you for a submissive, maybe a bit of a domme, but not a submissive."

Marianne smiled as she kicked her feet through the water, unable to escape how much she enjoyed the fact that Jennifer knew her that well. "You're right, I'm not, not even in the least."

Looking over at Jennifer, she could tell what she'd said had her confused. "Then why the collar and domme?" she asked incredulously.

It was Marianne's turn to blush, but she refused to hide from the truth because of it. "Well, we were friends for almost a month before she asked me out. I'd hooked up with a couple of girls in that time, but there was nothing there beyond sexual attraction. It left me feeling empty to be honest, not having someone to wake up to every morning, to go to sleep against every night. My new friends were great, but they weren't you and Charlie and Tabitha. I was homesick but didn't feel as if I had a home to go to, so I started spending a lot of time with Zoe doing the ordinary things you do whenever starting a new relationship. After several months she asked me to move in with her. Her parents are wealthy, and she's an only child," tilting her head she smiled at Jennifer in a way that was oh so Marianne, and said, "She's a bit spoiled, to be honest. Then again, I guess most dommes are determined to get their way. Anyway, she had this nice apartment on the beach with plenty of room to it, and I liked her, the sex wasn't bad either." She paused there and stared out at the pool water. Jennifer studied her, waiting on her to continue with her story, but she seemed lost in whatever was going through her head. It reminded her of a story she'd seen on veterans with PTSD and how some developed a condition called "a thousand-yard stare." If she remembered correctly, it usually meant the person was trying to disassociate from an event or trauma.

She reached up and touched Marianne's shoulder, causing her to flinch away in reaction.

"I'm sorry M, I didn't mean to startle you. You just seemed lost in thought." Jennifer said.

Marianne seemed to relax before saying, "At first we were just a normal couple, but then she started suggesting little things in the bedroom like tying me up with scarves, nothing complicated or too intense. It was fun and stimulating, naughty, I guess. Slowly over time, though, she added little details and activities to our sex life. Some of it was fun, but other parts made me uncomfortable. The leather wrists and ankle cuffs were okay, like I said, harmless fun and naughty. Add in the crop to whip me with, though, and it became..."

"Uncomfortable, weird, abusive..." Jennifer added being a bit more honest than she'd intended.

Marianne shrugged, "I don't think she intends it that way; for her, it's normal behavior and something she needs to feel like the person she's meant to be."

"And what about what you need?" Jennifer asked, again with a bit more honesty than she meant to use.

Marianne seemed unsure about how to answer the question. Her expression seemed one of almost pain and uncertainty. Jennifer offered her the wine glass for which she was immediately thankful. She took the glass and turned it up, nearly draining the contents.

Handing the glass back, she said, "Thanks, and to answer your question, as I said, when we first got together, we were a normal couple, and it was...comfortable. I didn't have to be alone, and I liked that. I liked being with someone, and even when the relationship turned less than conventional, I wasn't willing to give it up and be alone again."

"You could have come home," Jennifer stated.

Marianne shook her head and said, "No, not really, my parents despise what I am, and my scholarship wasn't transferable. If I'd come home, I would have been homeless and unable to go back to school. I couldn't face that."

"You know I'd have never let you live on the street, and I'd have paid for your education too if you needed it."

Marianne threw her hands up and said, "Great, that's what every girl wants, to come home with her tail between her legs so she can be a burden to the girl she's been in love with for years."

Hearing her say it herself sent Jennifer's heart rate to fluttering. "And what if that girl was in love with you too? What if she'd thought about you every day since you left. What if she didn't have sex with another woman for almost two years because she didn't want another woman, she only wanted you? You asked earlier why it didn't happen until it happened with Kacy? Well, that is why, and I gave up waiting when you came home with a woman you'd been living with for close to two years."