SOMETHING
DIFFERENT
By Mavis
Applewater
September 2001
Disclaimers:
There is sex, lots of sex, between two consenting adult women, neither of which
resembles Anne Heche in the slightest.
They may however remind you of a certain Warrior Princess and her sexy
sidekick. If that doesn't interest
you, move on. If it’s illegal for you to view this material, get
out now then relocate or grow older before you come back and enjoy.
A Special
thank you to my beta reader Joanne.
As Always For
Heather
PART ONE
"I'm
bored," Gillian complained as she plopped down onto the couch next to her roommate, Kyra. The taller woman just looked at her.
"What
would you like me to do about it?" Kyra inquired. Her wicked
little mind had instantly conjured up a sexy scenario that would certainly alleviate any sense of boredom
from the blonde's day. For a multitude
of reasons Kyra quickly brushed these
thoughts aside. "Well?" Kyra
grumbled as she rolled her eyes.
"Entertain
me," Gillian whined as she batted her emerald eyes at her roommate.
"What am
I, your own personal amusement park?" Kyra griped as Gillian pouted.
"Yes,"
Gillian responded enthusiastically.
"Come on," she
encouraged. "Certainly
someone as intelligent as you are can think of
something different we can do."
"Suck up,"
Kyra scoffed. "Why don't you give
Lauren a call?" Kyra offered reluctantly.
She hated suggesting this since
she secretly disliked her roommate's girlfriend. She understood that her
dislike stemmed from the fact that she had a crush on Gillian. Even though
she was mature enough to admit she was
jealous, she still called Lauren 'the
beast' whenever Gillian
wasn't around. At times she wanted to
kick herself for never doing anything
about her attraction. In truth, when
she had the opportunity she simply
wimped out. She told herself that she
was reluctant because she didn't want to create an uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of them. Yup, she was just abig dumb wimp. Lost in
her self-castigation she missed something
Gillian said. Realizing that she
had allowed her mind to wander, she turned attention back to the source of her
distraction.
"What
was that?" she inquired, feeling a little silly that she had allowed her thoughts to drift so far off
track.
"You're
not even paying attention to me," Gillian complained loudly.
"Must
you always be the center of attention?" Kyra questioned her friend whose personality could be
overwhelming at times.
"Are you
implying that I'm not?" Gillian teased as she plopped her bare feet into her roommate's lap. Gillian then wiggled her toes, which was her
not-so-subtle way of informing Kyra that she wanted her feet rubbed. Kyra knew that it wasn't a request; with Gillian it was more of an out and out demand.
"Okay,
Princess," Kyra scoffed as she began to massage her friend's tender tootsies. "Now what were you saying?"
"I'm not
certain," Gillian admitted as her eyes fluttered shut. Kyra sighed, missing the sight of Gillian's
mesmerizing gaze. "Ahh," Gillian moaned in delight as Kyra's strong
fingers worked their magic. ". .
. right there . . . ," Gillian encouraged.
Kyra trembled
slightly from the husky tones Gillian was using. She allowed herself to
drink in the sight of her blonde roommate's body lying beside her with her head tilted back and her chest
heaving slightly. "Oh yeah, now I remember,"
Gillian blurted out suddenly as her eyes snapped open. Kyra turned away, embarrassed that she had
been ogling her roommate.
"Lauren
and I split up," Gillian offered, seemingly unaware of Kyra's discomfort.
"When?"
Kyra blurted out, turning to Gillian as her jaw dropped. She quickly snapped her mouth closed,
hoping that Gillian was too wrapped up
in the foot massage to notice her reaction.
"A
couple of months ago," Gillian said with a shrug.
"But . .
. but . . . ," Kyra found herself stammering. ‘How could I have
missed this? She's still been going
out. Why didn't she tell me?’
she asked herself as she shook her head, hoping to clear her
befuddled mind. Kyra cleared her throat and tried to look
serious. "Are you okay?" she asked. Gillian simply shrugged once again. "So I guess its time for a transition woman then?" Kyra added in
an attempt to sound like the concerned
friend while internally she was doing a happy dance.
"Please,"
Gillian scoffed. "I've already run
through a couple of them," she
added with a lilting tone and a suggestive smirk. "So what about
you?"
"What
about me?" Kyra choked out.
"Still
leading a nun's life?"
"That's
none of your business," Kyra snapped.
"That
would be a yes." Gillian
laughed. "Come to think of it . .
. why am I asking you to think of something for us to do? You haven't
been outside of this apartment for anything other than work and the gym for months. When’s the last time you went out on a date?"
"Why do
you care?" Kyra snarled as she shoved Gillian's feet off of her lap.
"That
long, huh?" Gillian noted in a superior tone as she tried to return her feet to their comfortable
perch. "No wonder we needed a new shower massage."
"You know,
you're right," Kyra responded bitterly as she once again shoved Gillian's feet aside. "Why would you want to hang out with dull old me? I'm certain you can find a
playmate." Kyra tried to keep the hurt from showing but, knowing
she had failed, she started to stand.
Gillian
sprung into action so adeptly that it wasn't until Kyra found herself pinned
against the couch that she realized
that the blonde had moved. Kyra was
stunned as her smaller friend held her
down tightly. She found herself
captured in a haze of brilliant
green. "I want to spend time with
you," Gillian asserted in a suddenly serious tone. "Don't
put yourself down around me, Kyra.
I won't allow it. I'm sorry
I teased you. You're not dull; in fact, you are one of the most interesting people I know."
Kyra was
breathless as she felt the heat from Gillian's body caressing her own. ‘Don't
read anything into this,’ she cautioned herself. "Are you okay?" Gillian asked her
quietly. Unable to find her voice,
Kyra simply nodded in response.
"Good." Gillian
smiled at her, still not releasing her hold on the tall brunette. "Now, let's do something. We can do anything you want," Gillian
offered earnestly.
"Anything?"
Kyra repeated in a sultry tone.
"Anything,"
Gillian reassured her as she pressed her body slightly into Kyra's.
Kyra’s heart raced as she trembled slightly from
the intimate contact of their
bodies. Her head was spinning as her
thoughts instantly jumped to a
delightful possibility. ‘ Perhaps it's time to show Gillian that I'm
not the boring old stick in the mud she
thinks I am.’ There was
something they could do. Something that
she was quite certain Gillian would
never expect her to do. The shock value
alone would be worth the trip. "Okay," Kyra said slowly as an
evil glint filled her crystal blue
eyes.
A wry smile
emerged as she noticed her friend swallow hard. "Now, get off me."
Kyra nudged Gillian slightly only to feel her push back. "If you want me to," Gillian taunted.
Kyra's face dropped into a bored expression as she stood up and dropped her rambunctious roommate on the
floor. Gillian yelped as her backside
made contact with the carpeting. "When you’re ready, I'll be downstairs
in the car," Kyra said as she
stepped over the stunned blonde.
PART TWO
Kyra sat in
her jeep, tapping her fingers nervously as she waited for Gillian to join
her. She couldn't believe that the blonde had been flirting with her earlier. She nervously reminded herself that it was just Gillian's nature
even though she had never done that
with Kyra before. In fact Gillian often
distanced herself physically from Kyra.
Then there was this idea of
hers. The moment it popped into
her head, it had seemed like a good
idea. But now that she had time
to think about it . . . perhaps it
wasn't such a hot idea. But then
again it was innocent enough, just
something to do on a lark. It wasn't as
if she was going to invite Gillian into
the back room. Not that she didn't want to .
Finally
Gillian came bouncing over to the jeep and got in. The hour and a half drive
out of the state was filled with constant chatter. Granted it was mostly Gillian but that wasn't unusual.
"Are you
taking me to the mall?" she inquired.
"No."
"That
ice cream place?"
"No."
"To look
at the foliage?"
"No."
"Pizza?"
"No."
"Dancing?"
"No."
"Dinner?"
"No."
"A
movie?"
"No."
"Coffee?"
"No."
"A drug
raid?"
"No."
"A
tattoo parlor?"
"No."
"Nipple
piercing?"
"No."
"You're
not going to tell me are you?"
Gillian sighed unhappily.
"No,"
Kyra responded in the flat tone she had maintained throughout the entire inquisition.
"How
about a hint?" Gillian pleaded.
"No."
"Please,"
Gillian whined and pouted.
"Let's
just say it's something different," Kyra answered in a coy tone.
"Well,
that was a big help," Gillian snarled sarcastically as her hand found it's way onto Kyra's thigh.
Kyra's eyes
widened in surprise as Gillian began to absently run her fingers along the denim-clad thigh. She tightened her grip on the
steering wheel as she became slightly aroused. She knew she should say
something, or at least remove
Gillian's hand. But her mind and body
were at odds, finding herself caught
between pleasure and torment. Once
again she found herself wondering if
this trip was such a good idea.
"So what
happened with Lauren?" Kyra found herself asking, uncertain as to why.
"She was
nice enough," Gillian explained.
"But she just wasn't the
one. You know?"
"Yeah,"
Kyra agreed. "You'll find the
right one," Kyra reassured her.
"I
thought I did once," Gillian admitted as she looked out the window.
"But she never seemed to notice me that way and, well, she's a good friend . . ."
"And you
don't want to screw that up," Kyra finished for her.
"No, I
don't," Gillian answered solemnly.
They fell
into a comfortable silence as Kyra continued to drive, fully alert to the fact that Gillian's hand
was still tracing a pattern on her
thigh. She tried to focus on the road
as she reminded herself that someone
else had already captured Gillian's heart.
‘ Lucky woman. Too bad she doesn't know. Gillian is truly special,’ she thought, wanting the best for her friend and yet fighting with her feelings of
jealousy.
"The
circus?" Gillian said, finally breaking the silence.
"No."
"It's
coming to town you know," Gillian offered knowingly.
"I
know," Kyra responded.
"We
should go," Gillian suggested in flat tone.
"Okay,"
Kyra agreed, feeling slightly confused.
Kyra put on
the turn signal and exited the highway.
Gillian looked around hopefully
in an attempt to figure out their destination.
"You
should tell her," Kyra informed her in a worried voice.
"Tell
who what?" Gillian asked in confusion.
"This
girl," Kyra tried to explain.
"The one you have feelings
for; you should tell her."
Gillian
pulled her hand away suddenly; Kyra instantly missed her touch.
"You think?" Gillian asked as her voice drifted off.
"Yeah,"
Kyra said sadly. "Who knows, maybe she feels the same way." Kyra shrugged, trying to seem disinterested
as she parked the jeep. Gillian just
remained silent as she stared at the dashboard. She seemed so far away.
"Gillian?"
Kyra said softly as she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She pulled it
back when the smaller woman jumped in surprise. Startled green eyes stared up at her. She seemed so sad but there was
something else there as well.
"Kyra .
. . ," Gillian began with a slight tremble in her voice.
"We're
here," Kyra said quickly, trying to explain why she had touched her roommate.
"Oh,"
Gillian squealed in delight as she looked around in expectation. The building
was small and nondescript.
"Belle's Treasure
Chest?" Gillian read the
sign in confusion. "You brought me
to a store for pirates?" she
quipped.
Kyra laughed
loudly while Gillian stared at her in bewilderment. "Well, I think they might have some pirate costumes,"
Kyra choked out as her laughter continued.
"Come on." Kyra nudged
her confused friend as she got out of
the Jeep. Reluctantly Gillian followed.
PART THREE
Kyra held
open the door to the unassuming boutique allowing Gillian to enter first. She kept a careful eye on the blonde, waiting to see her
reaction. She held back the giggles that were threatening to overwhelm
her. It was more than apparent, based on Gillian’ s confused look, that she had no idea what
type of establishment Belle's really
was.
Gillian
stepped into the elegant shop and looked around, seemingly unaffected.
"Oh, it's a clothing store?" Gillian said, slightly confused as she pointed to the leather
jackets that were hanging on the wall
to right. She investigated a little
further, noticing some leather mini-skirts as well. She wandered farther into the
shop and her eyes widened in shock.
Kyra bit the
inside of her mouth to keep from laughing as Gillian found herself standing beneath a large leather harness. "Is that what I think it is?" Gillian stammered as a
full-blown blush emerged across her cherubic
features. Her eyes quickly scanned
the shop as her jaw dropped. Kyra began to worry that perhaps she had made a
serious mistake. Gillian buried her
face in her hands. Her body began to
shake as a wave of laughter overcame her.
Kyra let out
a sigh of relief as the blonde turned to her holding a hand over her mouth. Her features were now a deep shade of
crimson. She placed her hand gently on
Kyra's chest as she stepped closer to her.
Gillian inhaled deeply as she leaned into Kyra. "You brought me to a sex shop?" she whispered happily
to Kyra.
"Surprise,"
Kyra offered with a slight shrug, still feeling a little nervous.
"This is
too cool." Gillian giggled
slightly. "I've always wanted to know what one of these place was
like."
"So
you're not offended?" Kyra inquired.
"No." Gillian smiled. "You know, it looks like every other boutique.
Well, except for the wall of whips and riding crops. I can't
believe you know about this place.
What other secrets are you keeping
from me, buddy?"
"Wouldn't
you like to know?" Kyra teased her.
"Show me
around," Gillian requested.
"Tell me, do they have one of
those back rooms where you can try things out?" Gillian inquired with a genuine interest.
"No,"
Kyra lied as she blushed slightly.
"Uh
huh," Gillian replied with a look of suspicion.
Gillian took
Kyra by the hand and pulled her over to one of the display cases. They
wandered around as Gillian asked endless questions. Kyra tried her best to answer the inquiries while trying to
maintain her composure. It didn't help
that Gillian didn't release her hand during the entire exploration. But Kyra had to smile as she saw how happy Gillian seemed to be.
Gillian
gripped Kyra's hand tightly as they approached the glass case at the back of the shop. "I didn't know they came in so
many varieties, " she commented thoughtfully as she
peered into the case filled with
phallus' and vibrators.
"You
mean you never . . . ," Kyra paused for a moment while she tried to think of the proper way to phrase
her question. " . . . uhm, used a prop?"
"A few
times," Gillian confessed matter-of-factly. "But certainly
nothing like that," she said as she pointed.
"I don't
want to meet the woman that can handle that," Kyra confirmed.
"Does that say Black and Decker on the side?" Kyra joked.
"Stop
it." Gillian laughed as she
swatted Kyra playfully.
"Can I
show you something?" the saleswoman purred, successfully interrupting their merriment.
Kyra glared
at the tall bleached blonde who she unfortunately knew a little too well. She didn’ t like the way
the tall blonde was eyeing Gillian. The
little blonde looked her up and down
then, with a little shake of her head, she
wrapped her arm around Kyra's waist.
"I think I have everything I
need," Gillian responded brightly.
"Oh,"
the saleswoman responded as she sneered slightly in Kyra's direction.
"Long time no see, Kyra," she droned.
"Jenica,”
Kyra responded grimly.
"I take
the two of you have met?" Gillian
whispered into the taller woman's ear.
Kyra simply emitted a low growl
in response. "So Judy . .
."
"Jenica,"
the tedious blonde corrected her in a terse tone.
"Whatever,"
Gillian responded in a bored tone.
"Now, if I was interested
in, let's say, testing one of these items . . ." Kyra felt her blood rush
in a southern direction as Gillian pulled her a little closer.
". . . would that be possible?"
"Of
course," Jenica responded in a bewildered tone. "I'm surprised that
Kyra didn't mention our trial rooms to you."
"I
see," Gillian smirked as she turned towards Kyra with a glare.
"Fancy
that," Kyra feigned innocence.
"Show
me,"Gillian requested in a husky tone.
Kyra just stared
at her in disbelief. Certainly she
hadn't heard her correctly? She
swallowed hard as she drank in the smoky gaze Gillian aimed her
way. "Show me," Gillian
repeated in a firm voice. Kyra was only
capable of blinking. "Kyra." Gillian spoke her name with such intensity that Kyra knew that she couldn't refuse her
anything. She nodded in agreement as
she draped her arm around the shapely
blonde.
"The
last room on the left is open," Jenica huffed as they walked away.
"Don't forget to use the condoms and to put all the toys you use in the bin," she called after the
retreating pair.
PART FOUR
Kyra found
herself standing in a test room at the back of the shop. She had only been there a few times, just
enough to know the rules. What she
couldn't understand was how she ended up there with Gillian? She just stood there with her hands buried
in the back pockets of her faded blue jeans as she watched Gillian. Here was
the woman who she secretly carried a torch
for, eyeing a table of sex toys.
Now this one
I'm familiar with." Gillian smiled
as she held up the tiny button-shaped
vibrator that you could slip on one finger.
"Although they do tend to
wear out quickly." Kyra continued
to stand there in silence, feeling the
intensity that was looming over them.
Gillian continued her
exploration of the unique items layed out before her. "You're awfully quiet," Gillian
said as she kept her back to Kyra.
Kyra suddenly
realized that she had been waiting for this moment ever since she first laid eyes on this beautiful young
woman. ‘ It's now or never,’ she
encouraged herself silently. "Earlier you had said that we could do
anything I wanted to do. Did you mean
that?"
"Yes,"
came the husky response. "Would
this one be alright?" she asked as
she turned and held out a phallus complete with a leather strap.
There was no
mistaking the fiery look in her eyes.
Kyra’s body ignited with
desire. "That requires two to
dance," she said finally.
"Will
you lead?" Gillian requested as Kyra's gaze drifted to her cleavage.
She could see that Gillian's nipples were erect as they pressed against her teal T-shirt.
"When I
lead, I lead," Kyra asserted as she stepped closer to Gillian.
"I've
already told you that I would do anything you want," Gillian reassured her. "For today at least," she added wryly.
"Why
now?" Kyra asked as Gillian closed the gap between them.
"I'm
just following your advice," Gillian explained. "You said that I
should tell her . . . that I should tell you . I doubt that I’ ll ever
be in this position again. If I'm wrong
then I apologize and we can leave right
now."
"You're
not wrong," Kyra responded with a smile as she leaned down to brush her lips against Gillian's.
Gillian
wrapped her arms around the taller woman and ran her tongue along Kyra's bottom lip. Kyra eagerly parted her lips and invited
her in for exploration. Her mind cast aside all doubts and worries
as she moaned into the passionate
kiss. Her hands roamed down Gillian's
back, feeling as much of the woman's
firm body as she could. Soon their
tongues were dancing together as their bodies
melted into each other.
Finally the
need to breathe overtook them. They
found themselves gasping as they ended
the kiss. Kyra's chest heaved as she
ran her fingers through Gillian's short
blonde locks. "Shall we
dance?" Kyra whispered hotly in
Gillian's ear as her fingers teased already erect nipples.
"Yes,"
Gillian growled.
"Take
off your shirt. I want to see
you," Kyra requested as she
stepped back slightly. Gillian
smiled seductively before she pulled her
shirt over her head. Reaching
behind her, she unsnapped her black satin bra and allowed it to drop onto the
white tiled floor.
Kyra inhaled
sharply as she drank in the sight of Gillian's half naked body. She stepped
closer to the petite woman. She cupped
one of Gillian's breasts gently with
one hand as she took the phallus from
her with the other. "So
beautiful," she said softly as she
lowered her head. Her tongue circled
one nipple playfully before suckling it
gently. She teased it slightly with her
teeth and tongue before casting her
attention on the other nipple.
Her clit
throbbed as Gillian's body arched into hers.
As she continued to tease
Gillian's breasts, her hand slid down a firm abdomen. She played with the waistband of Gillian's blue jeans before
she unbuttoned them and slowly lowered
the zipper. She thrived on Gillian's
passionate gasps as small hands cupped
Kyra's backside. She began to kiss her
way down Gillian's body leaving a trail
of goose bumps.
Kyra was
greeted by a whimper as she ceased her movements and stood before Gillian. She kissed Gillian sweetly.
Smiling gently, she carefully backed
Gillian against the wall. With
her free hand she clasped one of
Gillian's smaller hands and removed it from her ass. They found
themselves locked in an intense stare as Kyra guided Gillian's hand into
her own pants.
They both
gasped as Gillian's wetness greeted their fingers. Kyra’s hand still covered Gillian's as she guided her
fingers between swollen lips. Together they began to stroke Gillian's
clit. Kyra’s senses were filled with
Gillian's arousal as Gillian's hips began to sway rhythmically. "Don't stop," Kyra said as she
removed her hand and stepped away.
She watched as Gillian continued
to pleasure herself; neither broke eye
contact.
Kyra walked
over to the table in the center of the room and retrieved a condom from the
bowl on the table. "Take off the
rest of your clothes. I want to see all
of you," she informed Gillian,
smiling as she followed her lead.
Gillian's chest was heaving as
she leaned back against the wall and continued to touch herself.
Kyra approached
Gillian and clasped her wrist gently.
Bringing Gillian's fingers up,
she inhaled the musky scent that was Gillian.
She took the glistening digits
into her mouth and slowly licked them clean.
Gillian trembled, mesmerized by Kyra's actions.
When she
finished, Kyra found herself trembling as she handed Gillian the phallus and the condom packet. Slowly she undid her own jeans and lowered them to her ankles. Then she repeated her actions with her white cotton Ralph Lauren
panties. She could see the effect the
slow torture was having on the
blonde. She leaned in and kissed
Gillian again. Meaning only to offer a gentle reassuring kiss, she
found herself locked in a passionate
embrace as small hands ran up under her T-shirt. The garment was soon lifted off her body as she struggled to hold on to the phallus.
Gillian
eagerly captured one of Kyra's nipples in her mouth. Kyra pulled away and was
greeted by another pleading whimper.
"You don't follow very
well," Kyra teased as she strapped on the phallus.
"Are you
trying to kill me?" Gillian pled.
"No,"
Kyra answered with a throaty laugh.
"Put it on," Kyra
instructed her as she tapped the condom packet.
"I'm not
very familiar with these," Gillian confessed shyly as she opened the packet.
Gillian
fumbled slightly but somehow managed to get the condom snugly on the phallus. Kyra grasped the toy firmly as she
parted Gillian's thighs with her
knee. She held Gillian's fiery gaze as
she teasingly slipped the phallus
between Gillian's legs, coating it with her wetness.
They clung to
one another as their bodies pressed together; eager kisses fueled them on.
Kyra continued to tease Gillian's clit with the shaft of the phallus. "Please," Gillian begged as her
hips thrust, her hands roughly pressing into Kyra's backside. Kyra knew
that neither could hold back much longer. She needed to love this woman
now.
Kyra teased
Gillian's opening with the tip of the phallus.
A sheen of sweat covered their
bodies as Gillian wrapped her legs around Kyra's waist. Kyra couldn't hold back any longer as she pressed Gillian's body against
the wall to help maintain her hold on
the woman.
She entered
Gillian with the phallus; all thoughts of taking things slowly quickly flew out of her mind. Their passion was overwhelming. Their hips ground together wildly as Kyra rocked the phallus in and out of Gillian;
both women were groaning whispered
words of passion.
Kyra held on
as she felt Gillian’s thighs tremble.
Knowing that they were both near the edge, she increased
her pace. Gillian gripped her tighter; her head fell back as she
screamed Kyra's name. Kyra continued in her wild thrusts until she too fell
over the edge. She stilled her movements and the two women
remained in place as they tried to steady their breathing.
They trembled
from the after shocks until their breathing and heart rates returned to a normal pace.
Slowly Kyra removed the phallus but
continued to hold Gillian in her arms.
"I adore you," she said honestly as she kissed Gillian on the cheek.
There was a
sharp knock on the outer door.
"Time's up ladies,"
Jenica's voice bellowed from the other side.
"I don't
like her," Gillian groaned.
Kyra chuckled
lightly as she lowered Gillian to the floor.
Then she removed the phallus,
threw the condom in the trash, and deposited
the sex toy in the appropriate bin.
The two women dressed in an awkward
silence. As they stepped back into the main shop area, Kyra
took Gillian's hand. Gillian stopped walking and placed her hand gently
on Kyra's chest. "I'll meet you outside," she said quietly.
Kyra simply
nodded and left Gillian in the shop.
For the second time that day she
found herself waiting nervously for Gillian.
Once again she was tapping her
fingers on the steering wheel, wondering if
she had made a mistake. ‘ Was it too much? The encounter was definitely hot but that's not all I want from her,’ she found herself
reasoning.
Her thoughts
were broken as Gillian climbed into the Jeep.
"Sorry about that. I needed to take care of something,"
Gillian explained. Kyra simply
nodded. Neither woman could look at the
other.
"Gillian
. . . ," Kyra began slowly as she finally turned to her companion.
" . . . that was . . . really incredible . . . but . . . I don't know how to say this . . . I don't want
just that."
"Good,"
Gillian let out a relieved breath.
"Kyra, I've had feelings
for you for so long. Don't get me
wrong. The dance was certainly hot but I don't just want your
body. I want to go to dinner with you.
I want hang out with you on Sunday mornings stealing the newspaper
from you like we do now, but I want to
steal kisses too."
"I want
that too." Kyra found herself
smiling like an idiot. "That and
more, so much more. I want to make love
to you slowly, gently."
Gillian
leaned over and wrapped her arms around Kyra.
"I love you. I've been in
love with you probably since we met."
"I love
you too," Kyra responded sincerely as she kissed the top of Gillian's head.
They pulled
apart and just sat there smiling at each other.
"So,
what did you need to do while I was sitting out here having a panic attack?" Kyra asked finally.
"Oh
well, let's just say I got a surprise for you," Gillian explained with lustful smirk. "That and I needed to have a word with our friendly salesgirl. Let's just say I don't like to share."
"Good,
neither do I." Kyra smiled brightly. "Let's go home."
"I like
the sound of that," Gillian agreed.
"You were right you
know."
"What
about?" Kyra asked as she started the Jeep.
"This
little trip was certainly something different." Gillian laughed.
THE END
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