Sapphic Voices Romance

Italian Beauty

Conclusion

I looked over the buffet table trying to catch your eyes. You were desperately trying to avoid me, but when your defenses weakened I saw your dark eyes reflecting the candlelight. You looked radiant. Your dark hair was pulled back as it often was. You had on a silk black shirt unbuttoned enough that I could see the slopes of your small breasts at just the right angle. A wave of heat shot through me as I reminisced about our intimacy. I still wanted you.

It had been only a week since I had seen you, but since we had parted on strained terms, I was surprised but delighted you had decided to come to my dinner party. Ever since the incident of us sharing ourselves when we were drunk, you had given me mixed messages about our friendship. In fact I didn't think we even had one when I sent you an invitation, but I could never give up hope on trying to repair the damage of our indiscretion.

Tonight you broke our gaze quickly as you began talking to one of our mutual friends. I knew you had seen the longing on my face even though no one around us seemed aware of our unspoken conversation. As we all sat down to feast, I surveyed my guests. Seven straight women surrounded me, most of which I found attractive, most of which were married or involved, including you. I had invited all the husbands and boyfriends, but lucky for me, none decided to show. I let my guests carry the conversation as I found myself just watching you. At one point our eyes met again, and you gave a small grin, the only sign that you remembered I was there.

Once the meal was over, we all found ourselves in the living room. Figuring I had no chance of gaining any affections from you, I decided to pursue my favorite pastime, flirting, with the other girls who found me amusing at least. Going to the stereo system I slid my arms around the waist of one of my friends, two months pregnant. Rubbing her stomach and nuzzling her neck, I forgot that you were in the room as she and I bantered playfully about the music selection. I could feel your eyes on me. After awhile I plopped onto the couch, wrapping an arm around another friend of mine, your best friend.

She gave a playful laugh at my attempts but consented to me continuing to stroke her thigh lightly as conversations continued. I was enjoying myself immensely. Even though no one was reciprocating my advances, it felt good to be allowed to make them. As I contemplated who would be lucky enough to receive my attentions next, you grabbed me with your eyes. I was surprised by the jealousy enraged in them. Your jaw was clenched as was the hand around the beer you held. Your eyes were arrows into my tender heart.

I decided that I should remove myself from your scrutiny, so I went into the kitchen to clear away the dishes. A few people joined me alleviating me from my duties, forcing me back out into the living room to suffer at the sight of your eyes, but this time you didn't even look at me. You ignored my presence as you engrossed yourself in my movie collection with a few other girls.

As the evening progressed, I found myself sitting between you and my pregnant friend on the couch watching a movie. Everyone else had resigned for the evening. I could tell you were annoyed that my arm was around her, but I was tired of your game, so I ignored you. After a little while though my pregnant friend got up saying she had to get home, that she was not feeling well. I offered her my guest bedroom, but she declined with a simple kiss to my cheek. I walked her to her car, expecting you to be ready to leave as well when I returned, but you were still on the couch when I came back into the house. We were now alone for the first time since the incident.

"Would you like another beer?" I offered.

"Sure, that'd be great." you answered, finally looking at me. I sensed you had no intentions of leaving for a while. Maybe my luck was changing, I thought to myself going to get more beer for us. Coming back to the couch, I gave you yours before carefully selecting my position. I didn't want to sit too close for fear you might change your mind about staying and yet I wanted to be close to you as well. We watched the rest of the movie in silence. I figured that you would leave afterward, but as I turned off the tv, you turned toward me and smiled.

"I'm so glad we're alone now." you whispered. I was shocked at your comment, never expecting you to say that. I looked in your eyes searching for something. I saw them glistening. You had too much to drink again. "Dinner was wonderful. Thanks for cooking."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it." I answered looking into my lap. I knew I wanted you but not like this again. It gave me too much heartache last time when you shunned me.

"What's wrong, Alex? Don't you want me?" you asked brushing your body into mine.

"You know I do, but why are you torturing me like this? You're married. Last time you wouldn't talk to me for weeks. I don't want to feel that rejection again."

"My husband and I are separated, Alex."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"I guess he couldn't get over finding us in bed that night. He moved out two weeks ago, said he needed to get away and think things over."

"Why didn't you tell me before now?"

"I don't know. I guess I was in shock."

"What's going to happen? Do you want to be separated?"

There was a long silence before you answered, "I'm terrified of what I want, Alex. I'm terrified of what it might mean."

I slid my arm around you instinctively bringing you into my shoulder. "It'll be okay." I assured. "Whatever happens, it'll be all right." We sat quietly as you cried into my shirt, and I tried to console you. Your pain washed over me, and I was frustrated that I could not relieve it. After awhile I suggested, "Why don't you stay here tonight? You're in no shape to drive. Come on. I'll take you upstairs." You let me carry you up to my bedroom and deposit you on my bed. Turning I began to rummage through my dresser for night clothes. I extended a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to you, which you took. Then I stripped off my clothes to change, not realizing you were watching me until I turned around to see your eyes. They were glossy with tears.

"Help me." you mumbled. I did as you asked, not letting myself get caught up in how sensual this could've been under other circumstances. When I was finished, you curled up onto my bed and waited for me to join you. I slid under the covers next to you, afraid of my emotions. I didn't want to cause you further turmoil, but having you in my bed was beginning to awaken my arousal.

You curled up on my arm and sighed. "Alex, please hold me." I put my arm around you as I turned my body into yours. Our eyes met. We were silent. Leaning to me you placed your mouth on mine. I closed my eyes letting the feeling rush down my body to my sexual core. I desperately wanted to make love to you, but I pulled away unsure of your desires. "What's wrong?" you inquired seeing me back away.

"Nothing. I'm just tired. It's been a long day. Why don't we try to get some sleep?" With that talking ceased, and we both slept.

Morning came too quickly, as I woke to hear the shower on the bathroom. Sleepily I rose following the sound. Without knocking I opened the door. Your head peeped out from behind the curtain. I took little notice of you at first in my tired state. I brushed my teeth with my eyes closed, thinking that if I could only have a few more minutes, I would feel refreshed. When I finished, I turned to see you smiling at me. You had pulled the curtain back far enough to expose you wet body. I couldn't control my groan. I wanted you badly.

You laughed slightly whispering, "Good morning. Care to join me?"

In less than a moment I was out of my clothes and in the shower staring down at you. I touched your hips as my eyes adored you. All I had ever wanted was in my sight. I took a deep breath exhaling slowly. I was afraid of you hurting me again, but I had to be brave. I had to take the risk. "I'm in love with you." I blurted out before giving myself a chance to reconsider.

You smiled wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me toward your body. "I know. Last night Alex, I told you that I was terrified of how I felt and what it meant. Last night I was so jealous of the other girls receiving all your attention. I desperately wanted it to be me. I'm falling in love with you, Alex, and I can't stop it. I never thought this would happen, but this morning when I awoke in your arms, I knew there's no place I'd rather be. I'm just so scared."

Embracing you tightly I smiled. I could hardly breathe at your confession. "It'll be all right. I love you, and now that I know you feel the same, I'm never going to let you go. Whatever happens, we'll work it out together." I assured you.

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