Sapphic Voices Romance

End Of The Drought

Part Two

My hands were shaking my knees were getting weak and I was starting to sweat like I was burning up in the hot sun. I commanded myself to take her jeans and walk away. I knew if I didn’t, I was going to end up looking like a stuttering idiot. I tried to act nonchalant about it all as if I was use to women dropping their clothes at my feet. I think I tried to run away but at that point it was even hard to keep my legs under me in order to walk out of the bathroom. I was doing my damnedest to keep my mind and body focused on what I was supposed to be doing not what I was wanting to do.

I couldn’t believe I had let a strange, and I do mean strange, woman into my house and was now wanting to put her into my bed. I told myself, “Kate, you have finally lost your mind completely, what little bit you had left.” I could see I was getting myself into something but I didn’t know how good or how bad it was going to be.

“Kate, could you do me a favor?” I heard her holler at me.

“Sure, what do you need?” I yelled back to her.

“I need you to come wash my back. I don’t have arms long enough to reach back there and I am sure there is a ton of dust or maybe even mud now.”

“Legs don’t fail me now “, I thought to myself as my body and mind fought over what to do. One part of me wanted to wipe my chin and run into the bathroom and one part of me was trying to keep myself under control and act as if none of this bothered me so I wiped my chin and nonchalantly walked into the bathroom.

I tried to think of anything but looking at the most beautiful body I had had the pleasure of seeing in many years. As soon as I walked through that door I knew my world was about to change. I don't know why but it suddenly seemed as though it was going to change for the better. I found myself losing my fears of this woman and relaxing inside.

It was so strange. One minute I had Jell-O for legs and the next minute I felt young, vibrant and more alive than I had felt in years. I wasn't sure what I was about to do. I figured I would just play it by ear.

When I looked down at her she had the sweetest smile on her face. Almost a look of childish innocence but I knew better. I wanted to believe the innocence. Maybe I needed to. Maybe I needed that in order to justify what was going on in my mind. I had always been the one before who instigated any type of relationship with someone whether it was a loving relationship or just a one night stand. I felt awkward being pursued. I was having some trouble with the shoe being on the other foot. I sorta felt like my Butchness was being attacked. After all, femmes aren't supposed to be so aggressive. Maybe it works different with these modern Lipstick Lesbians I thought to myself.

This woman was completely out of character of the kind of women I was use to having in my life. I had always been very proud of the women I had been with. They always were very dainty and feminine. She wore makeup and lipstick but there was a forwardness about her that was different and intriguing. I knew this was going to be very interesting to say the least.

I mustered up all the courage I could find inside of me and stepped forward into a new chapter in my life. I wasn't sure exactly what the future would hold but I did know that it was definitely going to be interesting. How could it not be?

As I took the soap and washrag from her, I thought to myself, what does it matter who is in control? Why does anyone have to be in control? Why don't I just let things happen as they may?

So I lathered up the washrag and started slowly washing her back.

"You have a nice touch." she told me.

"I feel about as awkward as a school boy. It's been a while since I had a woman in my bathtub washing her back."

"Well, you haven't forgotten how. At least you aren't scrubbing me like you would Hemingway. By, the way, where is Hemingway?"

"The coward is hiding somewhere probably laughing his ass off at me and my clumsiness." I told her.

"You aren't clumsy at all. You know exactly what you are doing. Treating a woman right is just like riding a bicycle. You might be a little shaky at first but it all comes back in time." she said grinning up at me.

I don't know what made me do it but when she looked up at me with that grin on her face, I reached down and lightly kissed her. I don't know who it shocked most, me or her. For a moment we just looked at each other then started laughing. I guess that is what broke the ice. After that, every thing was so easy and seemed so natural. I forgot she had been a stranger a couple of hours earlier and we started talking like we had known each other for years and no subject caused any uneasiness in either of us.

I helped her out of the tub, held the towel for her to wrap up in and left her alone to do whatever girls do after a bath.

I busied myself looking for Hemingway. I swear that old dog had a grin on his face when I found him under the kitchen table. I sat down at the table. He came out and put his chin on my lap as if he were trying to console me.

“Yeah, I know! I am probably making an utter fool of myself with this woman but it sure does feel good to have a woman around the house again doesn’t old boy?” I told him as I scratched behind his ears. His tail wagged as if he was in total agreement with me.

Shortly Anna came out of the bathroom dressed in only the robe and a towel wrapped around her damp hair. As she walked by, I caught a faint whiff of the Este Lauder bath oil. To me, that is about the most sensuous scent in the world. I discovered that in the mid 60s when a classmate of mine wore it. It almost caused the end of a great friendship. I couldn’t resist hanging around Jan. Not because of the Este Lauder but that helped. Jan was a beautiful green eyed, dark haired girl who looked a lot like Sophia Loren and I had the worst possible crush on her. Of course, I didn’t know what a lesbian was then. We were in a small country town and that word wasn’t in our dictionary, I don’t think. I didn’t learn that word until a few years later when I went to Atlanta. I think they have a much different dictionary there!

“I just remembered that I have some White Zinfandel in the back of the refrigerator if you would like a glass. It’s been there a couple of years but its never been opened so it should still be good.” I told her.

“That would be wonderful! I don’t think I could take another beer at this point. It just doesn’t feel like a beer night to me. Wine is what’s called for.” She told me as she unwrapped her hair shaking it out of the heap on her head. It was a sort of strawberry blonde and fell in little waves down below her shoulders and for the first time I realized her eyes were as green as any cats could be with tiny flecks of what seemed to be gold. They were very strange but very beautiful.

Suddenly I thought of a leprechaun. Yes, that’s what she was. A leprechaun with all kinds of magic spells she was working on me. That was a good enough excuse for me as to why I seemed to be under her control. She had worked a spell on me. When I came to my senses, I could blame it on that I thought.

I scrambled around the kitchen until I finally found the corkscrew and a clean wine glass in the top of the cabinet. I retrieved the wine from the refrigerator, opened it, let it breath a little then poured her a glass.

She sipped it slowly with her eyes closed as if savoring each mouthful. Finally she said with a sweet smile, “This is absolutely wonderful! You are full of many surprises, Kate, Katherine Wallis.”

I don’t know why but I blushed a deep crimson and mustering up a little courage, I told her, “Just wait! I have some more surprises for you!”

I think I was as shocked as she was at what I said but after a moment she cocked her head studying me for a moment then said with a mischievous smile on her face, “I just bet you do!”

“Hey, no more bets. We haven’t even ended the last one yet.” I told her.

“Doesn’t matter. Either way, I win!” she told me laughing out loud.

“Maybe we both win. Ever think about that?” I told her as I sat down at the table with her with a fresh cold beer in my hand, getting my courage up feeling just a little cocky.

Our eyes met and locked. She seemed to be looking into my soul and I realized suddenly that I didn’t mind her being someplace she didn’t have the right to be……yet.

Hemingway stirred under the table and the contact was broken. It was as if he knew she was seeing too much and he meant to stop it. He came and nuzzled his head in my lap as if to tell me he was there to protect me. I had to chuckle a little to myself. He had kept me going when the “other” Anna left and I guess that was his way of telling me he was there for me still. Or maybe he was just jealous, not wanting this stranger to come in between us.

I rubbed his head and told him, “It’s okay old boy. I’m alright.”

“Quite a guard dog you have there. Even tries to guard your heart! You know dogs have ESP don’t you? They pick up on things a lot faster than humans do.” She told me.

“Hemingway, I am not going to hurt your master! And you will always be her best friend!” she told him as she slid down in the floor next to him to give him a hug.

He returned the gesture with a big wet kiss right on her mouth.

“No offense, but I sure hope your master kisses better than you!” she told him giving him another big hug which he answered with another big sloppy wet kiss.

“Not meaning to hurt your feelings old boy, but I do think I have you beat in that department.” I told him.

She rose to her feet, looked down at me and said, “Prove it!”

What else could I do. I stood up, pulled her close to me, leaned down and kissed her softly but deeply. When I pulled back I could have sworn I felt her tremble just a little bit.

For a moment she just stood there with her eyes still closed. Finally she opened them, looked down at Hemingway and said, “I hate to tell you Hemingway, but you lose!”

I don’t know what made me do it but I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again. This time deeper and more passionately. I was really beginning to enjoy this and I am sure she could tell. But I could also tell she was enjoying it because I know for sure that I felt her tremble as I held her. When I pulled away from her lips, I just held her for a moment. Her breathing seemed erratic and she was almost limp in my arms. For a long time we just stood there soaking in the excitement of the moment.


So began the next chapter in my life!

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