Superstitions Ch. 25

"So you want to know about love?"

My friend, Erin and I tried our best to keep from giggling as we stared at the woman sitting across from us. "Um, yes. I want to know who I'm going to marry."

She shook her head, glossy black curls swaying around her wrinkled face. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

The fortune teller laughed, scratching her head. "Sometimes things we want to know are not what we expect."

Erin snickered loudly, trying to hide behind her hand as confusion ruled my features. "What's that supposed to mean?" The woman just grinned at me and pushed an apple across the table to me. "I'm not hungry."

"This is not for your hunger, young lady." I stared at the ruby red piece of fruit and picked it up, trying to see what was different about it. There was nothing; it was an apple. "Think of a couple of names of men that you're interested in and twist the stem with each name."

I looked at Erin and she shrugged as if to say, Give it a try. "Okay." I hefted the apple and grasped the stem, thinking of guys that I liked. "Steve." A twist. "Troy." A twist. "Tony." A twist. "Mike." The stem snapped from the apple and I looked up at the fortune teller.

"You have your answer."

I paid the woman and dragged my laughing friend from the tiny kiosk. "So I'll marry Mike." I thought about Mike Chambers, about his job as a financial analyst, about his dark hair and brown eyes, about his dimples. He was financially stable and nice-looking. I could handle that. "Mrs. Amy Chambers."

"Don't count your chickens." Erin chuckled, shaking her head. "He's got a girlfriend, you know."

"There's no ring on her finger."

"Amy!" My friend shook her head. "You'll never pry Linda off of Mike."

"I won't have to." I crowed confidently. "Fate will take care of it for me."

Erin and I went back to our apartment and watched TV until it was time to head out to the club. We had a standing pact in our friendship. Since Erin was a lesbian, we went out to a gay club on Friday nights and a straight club on Saturday nights for me. Tonight was Friday and we went to Erin's favorite place, Winkie's. The place was as busy as usual and we got drinks, settling in to watch the fun.

"Looks like there's some good pickings tonight." Erin shouted, gazing at a voluptuous blonde with a tattoo on her shoulder. "She looks tasty."

"She probably is."

"Think I should? Think I've got a chance?"

"Why not? Go buy her a drink."

"Okay. I'll be right back." I watched as she threaded her way through the crowd and lightly touched the woman on her arm to catch her attention. Their heads touched together and then, Erin led her to the bar. I decided to go up on the upper floor to see the action better and ran headlong into another girl. "Holy shit! I'm sorry!"

She shook the remnants of her drink from her hand, looking up at me. When I saw her face, I froze. She was absolutely beautiful. "That's all right." Her voice was husky and I heard a trace of a British accent. "I was almost done with it any way."

"Then let me buy you another."

"That's not necessary."

"Please." I reached out and touched her arm. We both reacted from my touch and I imagined that she felt the same tingle that I had. Our eyes remained locked together for a long moment.

"Okay."

One drink led to two which led to three and we were inseparable. I couldn't believe what I was feeling: I, the straightest person in the world, was attracted to another woman and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She leaned over and asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom with her and holding hands, we went downstairs. In the harsh light, I could truly see how beautiful she was. Burnished gold hair and hazel eyes twinkled at me as we entered a stall. I stood to the side so that she could use the toilet and was temporarily confused when she turned towards me.

"I've been wanting to do this." My eyes were on her lips as she whispered, then I felt their softness press against mine. A shiver coursed through me and I opened my mouth to her when her tongue softly searched for the opening. It was the most passionate, sensuous kiss that I'd ever felt in my life. Her lithe body pressed me against the steel partition and her hips ground into mine, awakening my sleeping pussy with a stab of heat.

I whimpered into her mouth, trembling uncontrollably when her hand slid down the length of our bodies and cupped my panty-covered mound. Her long middle finger pushed the cloth into my slit, rubbing against the wetness with a rhythm that drove the breath from my throat. She pulled her finger away and I gasped as I felt her hands grasp my panties, pulling them down. My entire body shook in anticipation. She slid down my body, her eyes never leaving mine until her face disappeared under my short skirt.

"Oh, God!" The words left my mouth in a rush. I'd been eaten before but as everything else I was discovering, it was different from a woman. I felt her fingers push the top of my mound back and the kiss of cool air on my clit before her tongue and lips encircled it. Liquid warmth flooded my pussy and coated my bare lips and thighs. Her tongue swirled down and licked my juices away before returning to my clit. One hand steadied me, gently caressing my ass cheeks and the fingers of the other now teased my dripping slit, moving up and back, increasing pressure each time until two were plunging into my hole. She worked me into a frenzy, babbling and whimpering as she pumped me closer and closer to the brink.

I could barely breathe as my orgasm slammed me into the partition, my legs trembling so hard that I would have collapsed if it wasn't for the wall. She arose and kissed me, sharing my flavor with me in a deep, calming kiss while her hand cupped my mound, the heel of her hand pressing against my jumping clit and causing delicious mini-orgasms to rocket through me.

"Guess you liked that, eh?"

"That was fucking wonderful!"

We both laughed and she pulled my panties back up, pausing to touch my face. "I knew it was your first time. I wanted it to be nice."

"Oh, it was more than nice." I wrapped my arms around her neck, gazing into her eyes. "I don't think you told me, what's your name?"

"Michaela." She grinned. "But everyone calls me Mike."