Sapphic Voices Romance

The First Day

Driving home to the Twin Cities from up north that day seemed to be a little cathartic for Brook. To her it symbolize leaving Shell behind for good. As she drove she let the last four years flow throw her mind as if she was saying good by to an old friend. She could still see Shell that very first night they met. It was a Friday night and Brook had decided to venture out to the Metro to play some pool and to dance. She loved hanging out at the Metro. There was always such an interesting cross section of the gay and lesbian community. It was fun to wonder into all the different rooms and watch people dancing. There was the techno room in the basement were mostly men were dancing, then if you wanted you could try your luck at karaoke downstairs as well. Most of her time was spent hanging out in the underground playing pool with friends. On that Friday, however, she had decided to join the party upstairs and watch the drag king show on the main dance floor.

It was all pretty entertaining, until a gorgeous native American woman stepped on stage. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders, the lights of the dance floor sparkled in her eyes. She wore a tight, white T-shirt that had been cut off so her perfectly flat, tan tummy tempted all of those who looked on. She was one of three girls that danced around as drag king sat in a chair watching. The other girls did not catch her attention the way that Shell did that night. Written in bold black letters on her shirt was the word Faith. Her black cut off short shorts barley covered her as she danced to the words of George Michael’s song, "You’ve got to have Faith". Watching this last show of the night Brook knew instantly that she had to have "Faith".

Brook smiled to herself as she remembered how stunning Shell looked that night, clad in her ripped T-shirt, and to small shorts. She remembered how astonished she was when back in the underground "Faith" came over to her pool table. Thrusting out her hand at Brook, Shell introduced herself, "Hi. I am Shell. Can I join your game of pool."

Almost speechless, Brook stumbled over her words a bit at first, "Sure... If you like. We were playing teams till Jean had to leave for the night. Shanna is short a team member if you would like to play with her."

"I’d rather play with, if that is all right?" Shell asked in a sweet voice, tilting her head at Brook, as she made her best effort to flirt with her.

Looking at Shanna, Brook pleaded with her eyes as she asked, "Do you mind?"

"That’s no problem, we’ll kick your asses anyway." She informed the two women as they flirted with each other.

Brook laughed aloud as the rest of that night played in her mind, though at the same time a stabbing pain shot through her heart. These memories were so bitter sweet now that Shell was gone forever. In spite of the pain it caused, Brook remembered all the unnecessary touching that took place as they played pool that night. After a few games of pool Brook left her friends to play by themselves, as she and Shell ventured back upstairs to the main dance floor.

They spent the rest of the night together till the bar was closed and they were kicked out. It all seemed so wonderful as it flooded back into her mind. After the bar closed they went to a twenty four hour restaurant near by, and sipped coffee till the sun came up. Brook was struggling to keep her eyes open by the time she got back home the next day, but the entire evening had been to wonderful to cut short. Before they parted that morning Shell had asked for her phone number, and promised she would call. Brook remembered thinking that she would have been more at ease had they actually made a second date, but she would have to take what she could get.

A few days slipped by before Shell made good on her promise to call, and by that time Brook had almost given up hope. "Hey Brook. It is me, Shell. I was wondering if you would like to come over to my sisters house for dinner on Friday?" She suggested.

Unwilling to share her with even family, Brook suggested an alternative. "That would be nice, but how about you come to my place, and I will cook you dinner?"

"How about we compromise? I will come to your place, and we can make dinner together." Shell counter offered.

"That sounds great." Brook agreed, trying not to sound to excited in spite of the fact that her heart was in her mouth with anticipation. They discussed what they should have for dinner, and Brook gave her directions to her house. The rest of that week had been a blur to her as she got ready for the "big date". She meticulously cleaned the house from top to bottom, bought new sheets for the bed, and all in all made the house into a den of love the best she could.

Friday had finally made it’s way around and Shell showed up right on time at four o’clock. Brook recalled how her heart jumped when the door bell rang. She took one last look in the mirror to make sure she looked all right, and then hurried for the door. "Come on in, Shell." She invited surveying her as she entered her small two story house.

"How many room mates do you have? You must pay through the nose for a house in the city?" Shell asked as she made her way in through the living room.

"Actually I own. I got a great deal on this place. It had been for closed on, and I got it for a steal. Granted there was a lot of work to do on it, but it is a great investment." Brook replied.

"Well, it looks great now." Shell smiled as she leaned in and kissed Brook lightly on the lips. "So do you. Look great, that is."

"Thanks. On both counts. I have done almost all the work myself. It is a lot cheaper that way. I have a lot more I would like to do, but it is getting there." She said with satisfaction. "I have thought of renting out the upstairs before to help with bills, but I like the privacy." After a quick tour of the place they busied themselves with dinner preparations. It had all been so much fun. They somehow made a game of it all, taking every opportunity to touch, and kiss each other. By the time dinner was done the kitchen was a mess, but it was left for another time.

Eating by candle light, with the soft sounds of Melissa Etheridge, Michelle Malone, Melissa Ferrick, and others creating the perfect ambiance for the evening, they enjoyed the meal and each others company. As Shell finished her meal she excused herself to the bathroom off the master bedroom. "Do you mind if I use your rest room?" She asked politely.

"Actually, no. I have a thing about other people using my bathrooms. There is a gas station down the street. You don’t even have to buy anything to use there facilities." Brook had said with a completely straight face.

"What?.... Well... if you will excuse me then." Shell said, thrown a little off balance by this strange phobia, and trying not to act to dumfounded as she stood up to go.

Wondering how far she would get before she turned back, Brook could hardly contain herself. "Don’t be silly." Brook began, bursting into uncontrolled laughter. "Do... you ... think I am completely insane?" She continued through her giggles.

With a sigh of relief, and a smile she pointed at Brook as she said, "You really had me going for a minuet. I thought I was falling for a crazy chick for a second there." She said as she joined Brook, bursting into laughter. Then she disappeared into the bedroom heading for the bathroom.

Brook took the time to clear the table and soak the dishes. As she began to straighten the kitchen a little she realized it had been a good fifteen minuets since Shell had left for the bathroom. Now, getting slightly concerned, she went into the bedroom to find out what was keeping her. "Are you all right in there?" She called out as she opened the door to the bed room.

The answers came quickly to her as she found Shell sprawled out on the queen size bed in her room, waiting for her. "I was wondering if you were ever going to come in here!" Shell laughed slightly, turning on her side to get a good look at Brook. Brook was still standing in the door way of the room with an astonished look on her face. "Is it such a leap of your imagination to find me here waiting?" Shell asked as she motioned for Brook to join her.

"Not so much, I guess." She answered as she smiled and walked slowly to the bed. "I guess I was just a little surprised." She continued as she first put one knee on the edge of the bed, then followed it, slowly crawling toward Shell with and eager, and somewhat devilish look on her face.

" ‘Come into my nest’, said the spider to the fly." Shell laughed again.

"Gladly!" Brook answered. "But shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you, all caught up in this web I so masterfully built for you?" She asked.

"Ah..., but who really set the trap?" Shell asked with a sinister tone as she smiled.

"Who’s bed are you in?" Brook pointed out.

"Still the same question." Shell replied as she took Brook by the arm gently and pulled her down on top of her. "I knew you were to classy to jump the other night in the bar, but tonight is a different story." She giggled with a satisfied air about her.

"Ah, so true. I am rather classy, aren’t I?" Brook said leaning into Shell and kissing her lips softly at first, then more forcefully. The memories raced in her mind as her blood almost boiled remembering that first night they made love. The Northern Minnesota country side flew by outside her car window as she let it all flow freely. The sensation of Shell’s first touch on her soft skin, the way Shell smelt as she kissed her sensuous body, and the sweet taste of Shell’s skin as she devoured her.

Each minute detail of the night floated in her mind, as she drifted back into the past. Shell pulled her close to her body as they kissed each other deeply. Then pushing her away for a moment as she pulled at Brooks shirt, anticipating the first glimpse of her naked body. Gladly Brook had accommodated her wish as she slipped her navy blue, silk shirt from her body. Pulling Shell up to her Brook tugged at Shell’s sweat shirt, pulling it off over her head, and quickly undoing her bra to expose her beautiful breasts. For a moment Brook stared longingly at them, as she stroked Shell’s perfect chest. Then falling on top of her, forcing her to the bed again, Brook devoured her delicious breasts as she held Shell firmly in place with her hands. Shell’s moans began to grow inside her as Brook moved over her body, kissing, sucking and liking every inch of her chest and torso. Then releasing her hands, Brook made her way back to Shell’s lips, kissing her passionately.

As the evening slipped by they explored each other intimately. Their naked bodies intertwined as they moved between the sheets. Taking each step painfully slowly, savoring every new sensation they shared together. When they felt that they would both explode with desire Shell moved on top of Brook, slowly. "I think I may die if I don’t have you right now!" She said in a serious tone, though a smile played on her lips. Kissing her one last time before she glided down her body, and between her legs.

Brook could feel her heart pound even faster, if that was possible by that point. Shell’s warm breath fell softly on her aching lips, as she ran her fingers throw her curly blonde hair. As her tongue touched her for the first time, Brook closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she allowed a soft moan to escape her that had been trapped somewhere deep inside. She could feel herself releasing to Shell, as she felt her fingers finding their way inside her. Her head swam, as her moans grew louder, and more forceful with every move of Shell’s tongue, and fingers. It seemed like only a heartbeat in time, and Brook exploded with ecstasy, as she let out a delighted shriek. Then they fell, exhausted, into each others arms.

After that night they spent every waking hour together. It was only a month later that Brook had invited Shell to bring some of her things to her house, and not long after that they were living together. The years they spent together now flowed rapidly through her mind. So many good times. So many plans for the future, and ultimately so many broken dreams. Brook was now pulling into White Bear Lake, in the northern section of the Twin Cities, almost to her cute little two bedroom house. The drive was nearly over, and it was almost time to close the book on that chapter of her life. It did not seem fair. They had just not had enough time together.

Pulling into her driveway she parked her car in the garage, grabbed her bags, and made her way inside. With a muffled moan she dropped her bags on the kitchen floor, "Home again." She said to herself. But the house seemed so empty since Shell had left. Walking slowly to the kitchen table she slumped into a chair as her eyes caught the sight of the wedding announcement:

Mr. And Mrs. Goodwin

Are proud to announce

The marriage of their daughter

Michelle Goodwin

To

Daniel Whitefeather

It seemed that in the end, no matter how strongly they both swore they believed in that one perfect person for everyone, it was more important to Shell to keep her parents happy. She had found herself a nice young man from her tribe, and now they would spend the rest of there lives living the life her parents wanted her to live. Brook’s friends all assured her that Shell would eventually come running back to her some day, but Brook knew better. Shell had made up her mind, and she was nothing if she was not stubborn. More over she was unwilling to ever admit she had made a mistake. "Who is to say," Brook thought to herself out loud, "maybe Daniel Whitefeather is her perfect person, and I am not meant to have that perfect person?" Either way it was over now, and she knew she had to let Shell go. The look of pure, cold, decisiveness, and conviction in Shell’s eyes the day she said she was leaving still burned into Brook’s heart.

Turning to survey the multitude of boxes that filled the kitchen, and spilled into the living room, Brook shook her head in helplessness. "The movers will be here tomorrow, Shell will be in Mexico on her honeymoon, and I will leave it all behind." Unable to even spend this one last night in this house were the two of them had made a home, she picked up her bags again, and headed out the door. That night she would stay in a hotel, and from there who knows were...

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