Chapter One, Part Six
Delilah woke long before the alarm sounded. Wondering when or if Elise would contact her was beginning to eat at her memories of meeting Samual. She started second, third and forty-second guessing herself and her meeting with him. She remembered the smell of lavender, the heat of him pressed against her. His surprisingly soft lips pressed against her neck and the gentle inward breath� how could she misconstrue the hardening sex beneath her hand and the desire in his eyes as anything but interest? He said she�d be in contact; she�d be in touch. Apart from the letter and the delicious picture that inspired her evening�s activities, she�d not heard anything else. She�d really hoped to have actually met Elise by now. Writing that letter really opened a�
KNOCK
One single sharp rap on her front door shattered her hazy morning�s musings. She scrambled to find something to throw on, and found herself an old silk bathrobe. Assuming a package had just been left at her doorstep (I mean, who else would strike a door just once?) she opened the door without checking the peephole. Looking at her front step, instead of an anonymous brown package she saw a pair of delicate shoes. Blinking once, Delilah couldn�t stop a quick gasp from escaping her lips. She slowly looked up the long, tanned legs, across the short skirt and blouse that did nothing to hide the perfect figure they contained, to the face of an angel. Delilah had never really explored her desires for the touch of another woman. Sure she�d kissed her sorority sisters on drunken dares, �practiced kissing� with her best friend from high school. But last night�s frenzied self-pleasuring was just a precursor to the wash of desire that crashed over her when she looked into those exquisite blue eyes. Elise (�Mistress Elise�, her mind yammered) was looking at her with a slightly bemused grin.
�Well, that�s quite a nice welcome,� commented Elise, with a very slight raise of her eyebrows. �I thought you said you were shy��
Delilah realized she�d been staring, but didn�t really understand the comment until Elise flicked her eyes downwards, then smiled that little smile again. Delilah was suddenly VERY aware that she had never tied her robe closed, and in her surprise at Elise standing at her doorstep she had let go of the front of the robe. Every insecurity she�d ever had immediately panicked and screamed �CLOSE YOUR ROBE!� but there was a new voice in her head and it sounded a lot like Elise. Resolutely not touching her robe, allowing Elise�s eyes to travel up and down her body, filled Delilah with a delicious sense of power and sexuality. The clean but slightly musky scent from last night caressed her own nose and she wondered if Elise could smell it as well. Even without that, Elise�s smiling eyes couldn�t have missed the sight of her pale nipples hardening and blushing rose. Remembering the signature at the bottom of the letter, Delilah lowered her head slightly and stepped backwards into her house.
�Where are my manners? Won�t you please come in?�
Elise stepped into the house deliberately, the confidence in her movements made Delilah feel slightly off balance. Keeping eye contact, Elise smiled and said, �Beautiful.� Gesturing behind her into the house, Delilah murmured, �Thank you.�
�Though lovely, I�m not talking about the house, Delilah,� whispered Elise, taking another step forward. Delilah, trying to keep the confidence she felt at the door alive, didn�t retreat, resulting in Elise stopping a breath away from Delilah�s partially covered form. �You are beautiful.� Reaching up into Delilah�s tangled mane and never breaking eye contact, Elise allowed her fingers to play gently through Delilah�s auburn hair. The incidental contact of fingers on the back of Delilah�s neck raised goose bumps and caused her breath to shudder slightly. She remembered the gentle play of Samual�s lips on her neck, and that coupled with the stunning woman in front of her actually touching her was just too much. Her eyes had already closed and she was lost in the moment when her knees betrayed her and buckled slightly. Elise leaned in to catch her. The robe fluttered; gentle silk caressing both women anywhere their skin was exposed as Delilah collapsed against Elise.
Recovering from the momentary weakness, Delilah�s legs kept her from falling hard against Elise. Rather than stepping away, she simply opened her eyes to be met once again by a pair of sparkling blue ones. Feeling slightly awkward and embarrassment threatening to come rampaging through this moment, Elise fixed everything with one simple gesture. She cupped the back of Delilah�s neck gently with the hand still buried in her soft hair and pulled her forward. Elise�s other hand slipped up the silken robe, intentionally brushing against Delilah�s bare breast before coming to caress her face. Lips slightly parted, nipples rock hard against one another, the two women kissed.
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