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Michelle Robinson






“K eep on telling yourself that bullshit, Hailey. You and I both know that you’ve been in love before. You got everybody walkin’ around believin’ that you you’ve got this heart of steel, but I was there. I saw that armor penetrated. All I can say is if I knew where the hell to find Sam Hertz, I would; just to be able to watch that steel veneer of yours melt like fuckin’ ice, ” said Hailey’s best friend Sierra.

Sierra remembered it as if it were yesterday. She had come back to their dorm room earlier than expected and had shamefully listened at the door. It was the first time in her young life she had heard such passion. She was so turned on by hearing her best friend cry out in the throes of her incredible orgasm that she had stood outside the door wrapped in a blanket and masturbated, finger fucking her own pussy, playing with her own clit, wishing it was her that was being made love to with such zeal, wishing it was her tongue being washed over with those sweet juices, wishing the pair might invite her to join them. Hailey’s relationship with Sam had gone on for at least a year, but Sierra knew her friend well enough to know that it wouldn’t last.

“You’re makin’ me sound like some sort of ice princess. I’m not saying I’m incapable of love. I just don’t get this end-of-the-world kind of love that people profess to be in. All I’m sayin’ is that that kind of love is nothing more than a chemical reaction; a combination of hormones and pheromones; similar to the reaction you might get to being thirsty. I mean really, have you ever seen a person who hasn’t had anything to drink for an extended period of time. There’s no difference between that and what some people swear is love. Now, Melvin and me, we love each other, but we’re sensible about our love. That’s why we’re such a good combination. We want the same things, we have the same goals, we’re sexually compatible, and we’re realistic about our relationship. After witnessing the things my mother did for love, I have no intention of going off ‘half-cocked’ so to speak, because of some chemical imbalance brought about by lustful urges.”

“What you keep forgetting, Hailey, is that you can still fall head over heels in love and not make the same bad choices your mother made. Being in love doesn’t necessarily translate to being a victim. That was your mother’s choice. It doesn’t have to be yours.”

“Damn right, it doesn’t have to be. That’s why I’m being logical in my approach to love.”

“Speaking of lustful urges, do you and the Ice Prince have any lustful urges? He reminds me of one of those ‘missionary, half-quarter turn of the nipple, three times for the right and three times for the left, with a quarter-turn swerve of the pelvis’ kind of guys. I mean, really, Hailey. I know you don’t believe in romance and all, but did you have to pick the most boring brother in all of New York to marry? ” Sierra asked.

“Melvin is not boring. We go to museums and we’ve traveled everywhere together. We’ve gone white water rafting and mountain climbing. We even jumped out of an airplane together and, for the umpteenth time, our lives are compatible, ” Hailey assured her friend.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but can he fuck? ”

“Sierra, you are by far the most vulgar person I have ever known.”

“Yeah, but you still love me. Now, back to the point. Stop dodging my question. Can Mr. Man lay the pipe; not that I’m sure that’s what you’re really into anyway? I offered to make the supreme sacrifice when we were in college and make that pussy of yours shake, but you turned me down.”

Through the years many of Hailey’s and Sierra’s friends and family alike just assumed that they were lovers, since Sierra was so open about the fact that she was a lesbian, but nothing could be further from the truth. Hailey and Sierra had never had even the slightest sexual contact with one another throughout four years as roommates in college and another five years sharing an apartment after graduating. Hailey had had her fair share of sexual encounters with both men and women while she was away at college. However, all of that changed when she graduated. Hailey considered her sexual exploration just that—exploration, nothing more, nothing less. She considered herself straight and, as far as she was concerned, everything she did in college was part of her “discovering herself.” Her best friend Sierra, on the other hand, disagreed.

“Sex with Melvin is good. We fit. And, that is all I’m going to say about my sex life; thank you very much.”

“You fit. What the fuck does that mean? You complete me? ” Sierra joked, using her hands to mime a scene from an Austin Powers flick.

“You are one crazy bitch, you know that, Sierra. You are really, really crazy.” Hailey laughed. “I know you hate this kind of shit, but as my maid of honor, you better be at my rehearsal dinner tonight, and I expect you to be on time. None of that two hours late shit, okay? Okay, Sierra? ” Hailey asked again.

“Okay, okay. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll be there with bells on. Besides, this is fun for me. Every gathering of the bride and groom is an opportunity for you to once and for all come to your damn senses and put an end to this travesty; and for me to witness it.”

“I hate to disappoint you, but no one is calling off anything. Melvin and I are getting married and we are going to be very, very happy.”

“Well, I personally think you’re trying a little too hard to convince me, but we’ll drop it; for now. So what time does this little shindig start again? ”

“Eight o’clock, Sierra, ” Hailey responded with irritation.

“Well, I guess I better go and get beautiful, ” Sierra said, rising from her comfortable spot on Hailey’s loveseat.

Just as Sierra was about to open the door to leave, Hailey spoke and her mood along with the look on her face softened.

“Sierra, no pressure, but could you try to get there a little early? I’m meeting Melvin’s sister for the first time. He doesn’t have any other family and he and his twin sister Nelly are so close. I’m a little nervous about making a good impression. Melvin is so conservative, but him and I, we know each other. He’s gotten used to me and accepts me as I am, but I’m just worried that his sister will think I’m not good enough for her brother. You know, the whole struggling artist thing and all.”

Hailey never ceased to amaze Sierra. One minute she could be tough as nails, sprouting her radical views on love and physical attraction and the next minute she was like an insecure little girl wanting approval.

“Damn, girl, you’re going to have me believing you love this man yet. You know I’d do anything for you; even be early. I’ll be there by at least seven; not that you need me. You’ll be fine on your own. You’re beautiful, intelligent, a gifted artist and anyone would be lucky to have you.”

With that, Sierra left and headed for her cramped apartment in East New York. The artist in Hailey wanted to wear something color-blocked and bright with raging colors, but she instead decided on a conservative black silky dress that skimmed her knee, exposing her shapely calves and the muscular tone readily apparent while wearing a four-inch pair of heels. She almost removed the dress and wore something else, because she could notice, even through the dress the deep valley between her legs, whenever the dress shifted back and forth. Melvin had once commented that the first thing he noticed when he met her three years earlier was the fact that she was wearing a pair of jeans and the tightness of the jeans accentuated this huge valley. He said it reminded him of a promise, almost like the gap between her thighs was beckoning him to enter. He might have liked it, but Hailey learned very early that that gap just brought her more male attention than she would have liked. After the rehearsal, the next stop was the rehearsal dinner, which was being held at Ashford and Simpson’s restaurant, the Sugar Bar. Melvin and Hailey would arrive early to greet their guests.

“You’re like a little kid on Christmas morning, ” Hailey said to Melvin.

“I know it’s silly; it’s just that my sister and I have been through a lot together and I really miss her. I can’t wait to see her.”

“No, it’s not silly. I love that you care about another human being that way. It’s what makes you the person you are.”

Hailey softly touched her hand to Melvin’s cocoa brown face and brought his face down to meet hers, running her fingers through his curly black hair, admiring the sexy cleft in his chin. It occurred to her, for the first time, that he really was sexy, but she never really seemed to notice that. Why? Maybe Sierra was right, maybe there was something not quite right about this union. Melvin and Hailey kissed briefly before he pulled away and gazed into her dark, haunting eyes, her similar cocoa complexion, the beautiful dimples that dotted her beautiful face. It occurred to him that they were perfect for one another.

“My sister is going to love you, ” he said. “I’m going to go and look for her outside.”

Sierra had arrived impressively early and was now circulating among the guests. Sierra had always been possessing of more charisma than any one person needed. That was one of the things Hailey loved about her. Just as Hailey was about to cross the room to join Sierra, the look on her best friend’s face stopped Hailey in her tracks and she turned to see what had Sierra’s attention. Hailey could barely breathe. Taking strides across the room were her fiancé Melvin and the reason why Hailey had long ago reevaluated her take on love. It was Samantha (Sam for short), her lover in college and the last and only person she had ever gone completely “crazy” in love with. Hailey had been obsessed with Sam; that is until Samantha disappeared from her life never to be seen from or heard from again. It was suddenly as though she were that twenty–year-old college girl again. Melvin approached her; smiling.

“Finally, at long last, ” he began. “I get to introduce the two most important women in my life. Hailey, this is my sister Samantha Tonelle Wilson. Nelly, this is my beautiful wife to be Hailey.”

“Hi, ” Hailey stuttered.

“Hello, Hailey. I’ve heard so much about you. My brother just goes on and on about you.”

Hailey was amazed. She was as cool as a cucumber. No indication at all that she knew her. It occurred to Hailey that maybe she hadn’t had all that much of an impact on her life, and maybe she truly didn’t remember her. She should have been happy about the drama her not remembering would avoid, but she wasn’t happy. She was a cross between sad and angry. How dare she not remember her! Hailey’s anger spurred her on to play a game of cat and mouse with Sam, or Nelly, or whatever her name was.

“Nelly, huh? Has anyone ever called you Sam? ” Hailey asked, knowing the answer.

“Everyone calls me Sam. That is, except for my brother here. He’s been calling me Nelly since I was two years old.”

Preoccupied with the rehearsal dinner and countless speeches and the like, Hailey had more questions than she could get answered sitting in this restaurant with all eyes and focus on her, the bride-to-be. Melvin insisted that he sit right in the middle of his sister and Hailey. However, Sam kept finding subtle ways to brush the back of Hailey’s hair, her hands, even the side of her leg. The charge of electricity that accompanied each touch was more than Hailey could stand. She feigned a headache and Melvin insisted that he take her home. Instead, however, Sam offered to make sure that Hailey got home so that Melvin could stay and say goodbye to his guests.

The first five minutes alone in the car were silent. Then, finally Hailey spoke.

The only words she could muster were, “I don’t understand. Your name was Hertz; not Wilson. Did you know it was me when Melvin told you we were getting married? ”

“Well, the name Hertz was my adopted name. Melvin and I were separated when our mother died. My father only wanted Melvin. He didn’t think he could care for a girl. So, I was put up for adoption. But after I grew up, I decided to change my name back legally, to my real name. And no, at first I didn’t know it was you, but after a few months as he began to describe you, I knew it was you; not only by your physical description but the subtle things about your personality that Melvin mentioned. I know you probably think Melvin is this uptight brother with a stick up his butt, but Melvin takes your lead. He senses that there is some apprehension on your part but he loves you and he is willing to be patient and wait until you open up to him. I, on the other hand, know that will never happen; not because you are incapable but because you are living a lie. That is why I left. For all your liberal views, you are not true to the one person who matters the most; yourself. I’m sure you thought I was a bitch when I left you years ago when we were in college, but my reasons for leaving were not for lack of love. I left because I knew you would always ride the fence. You would never commit to being what you truly are. You, Hailey, are a lesbian, I know it, Sierra probably knows it and, God help him, I think Melvin knows it too. He just doesn’t want to admit it to himself, because that would mean losing you. Unfortunately, the only person that doesn’t seem to know you are a lesbian is you, and I couldn’t live that lie with you, so I left.”

Hailey thought of what they had shared back in college, the passion, the heat; something she hadn’t felt since that time.

“So? ” Hailey asked. “You seem to know so much about me. Tell me, what do I do now? ”

Sam didn’t answer her. Instead, she asked her about the art studio that Melvin had mentioned to her so many times; where Hailey displayed her work.

“I would love to see some of your work. You were always such a brilliant artist. Could I see your studio? ”

“Yes, ” Hailey answered.

They traveled the rest of the way to SoHo in silence.

Her studio was housed in one of those old warehouses with the clanky elevators that you had to manually pull the gate on. As soon as they were ensconced in the elevator and the door was closed, Sam grabbed Hailey from behind, pulling at Hailey’s pert, hardened nipples, struggling to free her from the dress that kept the two of them so far apart.

She had wanted her so badly, while sitting in the restaurant she actually thought she could smell her pussy beckoning to her for a taste. Sam engulfed her entire breast in her mouth, licking and sucking her breasts with such voracity. Hailey could barely stay on her feet. Shifting places with her feet, Sam could hear Hailey’s soft, moist, hungry lips rubbing together; almost begging for her to love her. As soon as her tongue was inside of Sam’s mouth, she remembered exactly what she tasted like, how sweet and hard yet soft the inner recesses of her mouth were; how she could be molasses sweet while being rough and sexually demanding. The two intermittently worshipped and battled with their tongues, licking and exploring every corner, while lashing tongues as if they were fencers in competition. Sam sought that soft place she had missed feeling so much, with her fingers she recalled what the inside of Hailey felt like. Sam sighed with pleasure as Hailey’s walls contracted onto her fingers trapping her in place, while she tried to finger fuck her into the orgasm she so pleasantly remembered. Hailey remembered how much fun she used to have feeling Sam’s inverted nipples grow by leaps and bounds inside of her mouth, telling her that she was satisfying Sam just as much as she herself was being satisfied. She needed to have that feeling again. Feeling her nipples grow inside of her mouth, caused her own nipples to swell to meet her lover’s own desire. The two slumped to the floor, quickly shifting into the sixty-nine position. Neither could muster the patience to wait while the other was satisfied. Tongues plunged deep into each other’s pussies, savoring their sweet juices, lapping up every dribble of nectar that fell, plunging their tongues as deep as physically possible, anxious to extract every bit of remaining sap. Sam remembered how much joy she felt in riding Hailey’s plump, easily engorged clit and removing her mouth from her pussy, mounted Hailey, anxious to bring them both to simultaneous orgasm as they ground each of their clits together until they were red and ready to explode with wanting one another, and that they did.

As if in a trance, Hailey recited over and over again, “Oh, I love you. Oh, I love you, ” as Sam ground her pussy deeper and deeper into Hailey’s orgasmic splendor. Numb with pleasure, they screamed out in unison announcing passion at its peak.

 






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