The day was off to a really bad start. When I woke up, I realized that my girlfriend had consumed the last serving of Wheaties. The cupboards were nearly bare and the bananas were brown. Pouring myself some orange juice, I slid into the chair facing my girlfriend across the dining room table.
I smiled at her and said, "We need to go grocery shopping this weekend."
She replied, "I'm moving out this weekend."
"What?" My heart stopped in my chest. I had heard her perfectly clear, but I was in denial.
A stormy fight ensued, reducing me to tears. She seemed pretty calm and relaxed as she told me that she'd found someone else and that I must have known that the end had been near. Instead of comforting me, she simply grabbed her wallet and walked out the door.
After I had calmed down a bit, I called my broker. I could not imagine being presentable enough to sell houses that day.
"Veronica! I'm so glad that you called!" Max's voiced boomed at me over my cell phone.
I sniffled. "You are?"
"Yes! I have a new project for you. It's an authentic Victorian house, but if we don't sell it pronto, the state will have it demolished, says my inside man."
"Can it wait a day or two? I don't feel well today."
"What's the matter? You don't sound sick but you sound like you've been crying so I'm guessing you don't want to play hooky for fun and games." He paused for a moment. "You've been dumped, haven't ya?"
"Max..."
"Ha! You're almost honest to a fault, Veronica. This project cannot wait another day and you are my most qualified agent. But, since I'm a nice guy, I'll give you the morning to get it out of your system so that you can be presentable later. I just want you to scope out the house this afternoon and get a feel for it so that you'll be ready to start showing it off tomorrow."
"But..."
"Don't thank me now, thank me later. And Veronica, honey, if it was me I'd be calling up old one-night stands for some rebound sex. Nothing else mends the heart faster."
He hung up on me before I could reply, but not willing to give up the last word I shouted to the phone, "You are a clichÈ sleaze ball. You don't deserve me."
I tossed the phone into my purse and waited a moment for a fresh batch of tears to spring into my eyes. When they didn't, I decided that I might as well get in the shower.
The hot water sluicing over my bare skin aroused me. My nipples hardened into pebbles and a dull ache throbbed between my thighs. With my hands, I traced the streams of water along my body. I caressed my neck, bringing my hands down and around to cup my firm breasts. I held them for a moment, before navigating south reveling in my own flat abdomen. I gripped my heat with one hand and slowly began to massage. I slid two fingers into myself, slowly caressing my silken entry until I came with a breezy sigh.
Momentarily dizzy, I leaned against the cool tiled shower wall. The water spraying me had become lukewarm and the bathroom seemed exceptionally empty. My vagina throbbed harder now, desperately aching for another woman's touch.
***
About an hour later, I parked my car in front of a beautiful Victorian house. I checked the address again just to make sure that it matched the address that Max had text messaged me. I just couldn't imagine how anyone could even contemplate destroying such magnificent architecture. I wondered how many repairs the inside of the house needed. I imagined there must be several, because I could not think of another reason that it had remained vacant for so long.
However, the stairs leading to the house were sturdy beneath my feet. The massive door swung open with ease. I stared in shock at the luxurious spread of impeccable, antique furniture. The lamps, tables, chairs and sofas should have been faded from the sun and caked with dust, but they looked brand new. The wooden floor shone, freshly polished.
I walked room to room, mentally noting the selling features of the house. There were plenty that I could relay to potential buyers. It seemed that some of the house had been renovated but most of it had been kept original. The living room had large bay windows on one side and a fireplace on the other. The kitchen was adorable and partly modernized. The master bedroom was spacious with an enormous, four-post bed piled with satin and velvet blankets.
The door to what I presumed was the master bathroom was closed. I grasped the ornate handle, twisted and pulled the door open. Startled at the sight I saw, I jumped a little and a tiny gasp escaped my lips.
In the middle of the bathroom and in the midst of heavy skirts pooled at her feet, stood the most alluring woman I had ever seen. Flaxen ringlets framed a heart-shaped, porcelain face as her ice-blue eyes implored me. The depth of those eyes was memorizing and I could get lost in them for hours. Her frame was delicate with only a corset covering the swell of her breasts and her stomach. Beneath her corset were tight, blond curls that concealed the rest of her delicates.
"Do you like what you see?"
Her voice was soft with a musical lilt. It brought me back from my daze and I realized that I had been staring. I felt the heat creeping from my ears as it spread across my cheeks. I hoped that my blush was not too evident. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here." Her long, taut legs stepped out of the pool of skirts that hid her feet. I watched the right foot emerge, flawless, as she set it on the ground. Her left foot stepped out of the skirts, even more perfect as she brought her feet together.
I swallowed thickly as I reveled in her body. I wanted to rip the corset from her body so that she would be entirely naked. I closed my eyes to exert control over my desires, giving me the willpower to begin to turn away. "I will wait outside."
"No," she softly protested. She stepped closer and gently grasped my hand. Her touch sent an electric current through my body that left every part of me tingling and wanting more. My pussy ached, even more desperately now than it had in the shower earlier.
She arched her feet to my height and kissed me fully on the lips. Never had I ever tasted anything so sweet and succulent. Her hot, moist tongue made me hot and moist below.
Kissing her back, I gently kicked off my pumps, bringing me down to her height. She relaxed her feet and began to tear at my clothes. Off came my blazer, my blouse, my bra, my skirt and my thong. Once I was naked, she marveled at my body with her fingertips and I unhinged her corset. Finally it fell to the ground, revealing her taut breasts that were daintily arched skyward. Her rose nipples were puckered and inviting. I dipped my head for a taste.
She gasped in surprise and pleasure. Her back arched towards me. She tasted sweet like sugar and felt magnificent under my tongue. Locks of her satin curls caressed my shoulders. As I moved from one nipple to the other, she reached out and cupped my breasts. I suckled hers and she circled mine with the pads of her thumbs.
We eased onto the floor kissing and fondling the contours of each other's skin. Up to that moment, it was as if I were in an unspoken, forbidden territory. But I could wait no longer. I rested between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, working my way inward. The lips were engorged and her scent was intoxicating. I began to lap her sweet nectar with my tongue.
She shuddered and moved her legs, her silken skin caressing mine. I reached up and petting her belly until she eased, softly panting. Taking my hand back, I smoothly inserted one finger into her folds. I stroked a few times before inserting the second finger. She moaned and began to squirm. Her hand grasped mine and her pussy gripped my fingers as she rode my hand. The more I stroked, the tighter she became and the more that her body squirmed. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering in ecstasy and then relaxing.
Her pleasure aroused me even more. I lay on the floor next to her, but she quickly climbed on top of me. Her cute little ass and vagina rested below my face, her stomach was pressed against my breasts and her breasts were pressed against my stomach. Her hair tickled my hips as she pried open my legs. She trailed a finger along my outer lips and began to massage me. She then leaned closer so that I could feel her hot breath. She darted her tongue along my opening and I moaned. As she licked and sucked, I could feel the tension growing inside, begging for release. I held on though, just at the brink. Yet, the moment that her fingers slid inside, I cried out as my cum gushed over her fingers.
She climbed into my arms and we nuzzled each other. She whispered in my ear, "I always wanted to be with a woman. You are even more magnificent than I ever dreamed."
I smiled and hugged her close to me. Satisfied for the moment, I relished in being entangled in her limbs and feeling her warmth. I wasn't aware of falling asleep until I woke up and she was gone.
When I got up, I saw that her clothes had disappeared as well. I walked into the bedroom. It was empty but there was a journal lying on the bed that hadn't been there before. I went over to the bed and picked it up. It was Victorian style and the pages were yellowed with age. As I opened the cover, I gasped in surprise at the photograph.
It can't be, I thought as I stared in numb disbelief. Not only was the girl I had just slept with posed in the picture, but also a dead ringer for myself stood beside her. The caption below was written in elegant cursive: I know it is wrong of me to love another woman, yet she is all I have ever wanted.
I rushed to my cell phone. My hand trembled as I pushed the buttons.
"Hi, Max? Call me back when you get this voicemail. I found a buyer for the house." I paused for a moment. "Me."
Originally published June 2007 - "Body Art"