Sedona Rain
Chapter 8
The Sedona sunrise brought dancing rays
of light streaming into the windows of the guest suite. Alex stirred as the
first beam played good morning games on her face. She gently freed herself from
Samantha's hold and scooted out of bed.
Serenity always caught up with her here
in this quiet town, and even she tended to oversleep, if only for an hour,
whenever she stayed among the red rocks. It was quiet at home as well, but
there was also the fact that at any moment the ocean could turn and become an
angry, destructive force. Here the calm seemed to weave its spell into every
molecule of the surrounding landscape. Only the occasional afternoon
thunderstorm broke the majesty of the peaceful countryside, and even that
seemed to add to, instead of detract from the beauty of the Sedona.
The tall brunette silently thanked their
host for supplying them with some of her favorite teas as she started brewing a
pot, then she headed for the shower. Her intentions were to put a couple of
bagels in the toaster after her shower, to titillate the nostrils and awaken
the sleeping beauty in the bedroom.
Alex hummed quietly, as she lathered her
thick dark hair then commenced soaping up the rest of her body, thinking as she
did that she was getting lax in the exercise department and needed to start
concentrating on it again. She didn’t hear as the shower door was opened and
let out an unusual exclamation when Samantha stepped in and touched her. “Damn,
Samantha! You scared the Holy Shit out of me.”
The smaller woman was taken back at
Alex's tone. “Sorry, Alex.” She backed against the shower wall, hands up as
though she was the victim of a robbery. “I thought for sure you’d hear the door
opening.”
Well,
you should have you know! The dark-haired beauty mentally cursed. You’re really slipping, Alex; you should have known she was here –
Before she touched you! Guess that’s what happens when you’re too damn happy
with your life to practice your disciplines!
After getting over the initial shock,
she apologized to Samantha for yelling at her. “It’s just that you startled me.
I don’t know where my mind was exactly, but it wasn’t here. I think I was
lining up all we’re going to do this week and . . . “
“It’s okay, Alex. I should have made
some noise when I came into the bathroom. I hate to be surprised like that. I
just assumed you’d hear me.” She stepped closer to her lover and gave her a
good morning hug.
“This certainly makes everything okay,”
Alex assured the small blonde as she held her close. “You want me to wash your
hair?”
“Yeah, that would feel good.”
“What woke you up so early, Samantha?
Usually I have to drag your butt out of bed.”
“Probably the excitement of a new
place.” She stopped and thought a minute more. “Maybe I’m beginning to like
getting up early in the morning . . . just like you.” She smiled up at the
tender blue eyes looking down at her, a mischievous grin lighting up her fair
face. “On the other hand . . . nah!” She shook her head from side to side.
The taller woman began tickling the
blonde.
“Uncle, Alex, uncle.” Samantha pleaded.
“Uncle Who?” Alex questioned, laughing.
“Alex, I can hardly b-r-e-a-t-h-e.”
“Serves you right.” The dark-haired
beauty chided. “First you shock the shit out of me and then you make fun of my
getting up early. What do you think I should do with you?”
Samantha grabbed the two strong hands
that had now ceased tickling. Still holding them tightly she reached around her
waist and placed them on her buttocks. Stepping closer to the muscular body
before her, Sam looked up into her dark angel’s face. There was still a spark
of mischief in her eyes, but her lips held a more serious expression as she
stood on her tiptoes to kiss the woman of her dreams. “We could start the day
with water games.”
“That might cut into our having
breakfast together.”
“I think I would rather be breakfast
than . . . “ Samantha crooned.
“Ooo . . . I do like the sound of that
suggestion.” Samantha grabbed the bar of soap from its holder and started
lathering her body, while the dark-haired beauty began massaging the golden locks
with shampoo. Cascading water rinsed the suds off both the women, and in a
short period of time, they were out of the shower and standing in the bathroom,
wrapped in soft towels.
“Here, Alex, let me dry you off.”
Samantha took the towel from her lover’s hands, while her own still clung to
her body.
“Some areas won’t be worth drying;
they’ll just get wet again,” the tall woman admitted with a crooked grin.
“Well, I’ll get the Water off, anyway.”
Samantha returned the smile while rubbing the light blue towel over her
partner’s body. The soft material eagerly sopped up droplets of liquid from the
muscular shoulders, back, legs, arms, oops . . .
“I think that’s enough!” Alex took the
towel from Samantha.
“Gee, I was just getting started,” the
small blonde grinned and whined at the same time.
“I don’t think the towel was meant to go
on an inward search of damp things to absorb, if it’s not out in the open, it’s
supposed to be moist.” Alex smiled as she took the towel and tossed it on the
floor. “I do believe you’re finished with that.” Then she took the towel still
wrapped around Samantha, twirling the smaller woman in the process.
“And . . . I do believe you are finished
with this, also.” Another towel dropped unceremoniously to the carpet.
The sun was slowly filling the rooms
with light, as Alex stepped closer to her lover. “It simply doesn’t matter what
kind of light you’re standing in, my angel. You are the most perfect thing I’ve
ever laid eyes on.”
Pink quickly covered Samantha’s cheeks
as she blushed. Alex planted a tender kiss on her lover’s neck and then nibbled
hungrily on the soft earlobe.
The blonde shivered and tilted her head,
making it difficult for Alex to position her tongue around the outer rim of
Samantha's ear. “You’re giving me goose bumps, Alex.”
“They look like love bumps to me.” The
reply was punctuated with a long finger trailing from the tip of Samantha's
chin to the puckered pink areola of Samantha's breast. “Yes, I have to insist,
my darling, love bumps.”
“You’re right. They are love bumps,
Alex. You’re driving me crazy with love bumps.” Again Samantha shivered and
leaned into the statuesque body standing in front of her.
“Are you complaining?” Alex questioned.
“No! Just stating a fact.”
“Well, since you’re not complaining,”
Alex picked Samantha up and carried her all of three feet to the bed. Gently
putting her prized possession down, she crawled onto the bed next to her.
“I am so lucky you decided to get up
early this morning.”
“How do you come to the conclusion that
you’re the one who’s lucky? It seems like I’m the one being made love to.”
“Ah, but I get to do the making, so I’m
the fortunate one.”
Suddenly the smile drooped slightly and
the twinkle dulled from the sapphire eyes. “Samantha – enjoy your massage today
– but not too much, okay?”
“Alex!”
“I’m serious.” She was unconsciously
doodling with her fingers on the skin of Samantha's stomach. “Myofascial
massages can be extremely stimulating.”
“Alex that’s totally ridiculous.” A
small hand reached over and caught the distracting fingers in a tight grip.
“Just . . . well . . . never mind . . .
Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up. I just let my mind wander into forbidden
territory.” The twinkle returned to her eyes as Alex bent over to kiss
Samantha, but she was stopped by hands pushing back on her shoulders, a
slightly irritated face staring up into her baby blues.
“Listen, a massage means nothing to me. I’ve never had one and I
don’t really care if I ever do, except for one that you might give me. Why
don’t I just forego the activity? I can do something else for that hour or so,
I’m sure of it.”
“Now, who’s being ridiculous?”
“Not me! This is so not worth an
argument.”
“I think you are being foolish.” Alex
disputed.
In a heartbeat, the romantic atmosphere
had diminished. Alex mentally kicked herself for starting the damn conversation
in the first place, but here it was staring them in the face. She was jealous.
She knew that each and every one of Gary’s people were professionals, yet she
was jealous at the mere thought of someone, other than herself, touching the
seductive body lying less than six inches away from her. How many times did you get onto Her for being jealous of Angel? Yeah,
but Angel wasn’t going to give me a full-body massage while I was naked!
The mood had been broken.
Sea-green eyes stared unbelievingly into
her lover’s face, and Samantha sat up. “Alex, how could you even . . . “
“I said I was sorry, Samantha.”
“Yes, I know, but I think you still
think . . . “
“What I think has nothing to do with how
you would react, it’s more how . . . “
“How you Think I would react is the most
important facet of this entire conversation, Alex. The pivotal point of course
would be my reaction to someone making a pass at me. I’m sure the masseuse is
not going to do anything wrong. I’m positive you know that . . . so . . . the
entire area of doubt Is my reaction. This ludicrous discussion is exclusively
about me!”
The fair-skinned face flushed red, as
green eyes took on their Irish and the tone of voice pitched high.
“Do you realize you just went from near
orgasmic to furious in less time than it takes to dial 911?” Alex’s soft
contralto tried to reason with the now upset blonde.
Samantha started to say something more
but stopped mid thought, her jaw dropping open. Closing her mouth and sighing
she sat down, shaking her head. “No one has ever been able to push my buttons
like you do.” The anger in her voice had subsided and a sad quality took its
place. “I don’t like the way I feel when I get mad at you, Alex.”
Sapphire eyes tried to elicit a smile
out of the smaller woman, “Then don’t.”
“I’m not kidding.”
“Neither am I.” She reached out for the
small blonde, who this time fell gratefully into strong arms.
A small voice quietly murmured, “I guess
we kind of ruined the morning for making love, didn’t we?”
“It did take the intensity off the
moment; I’m sorry Samantha.”
“It’s okay, Alex. I guess it just goes
to show that you’re human, besides I should be flattered that you think a
professional would actually risk their license just to make a pass at me!” A
hint of the imp was back in the sea-green eyes that looked up at Alex. “If you
aren’t going to make love to me, are you at least going to feed me? After all,
I’m up and showered before the sun has gotten more than an hour over the
horizon.”
“What do you say we go down to the
dining room and have pancakes?”
“Oh, gee.” Samantha placed an
outstretched arm into Alex's hand. “Here . . . twist . . . please.”
“I’m suppose to meet Gary in about a
half an hour, do you mind it I ask him to join us for breakfast?”
“Of course not! But don’t you think we
ought to get dressed first?” She winked over at her heart-mate, who was already
picking up the phone to dial their host.
“What a novel idea, Samantha. Ah . . . hello . . . Gary . . . listen I’m
running a little late . . . don’t get smart . . . uh huh . . . “ She smiled and
glanced over in Samantha's direction. “We thought maybe you might want to meet
us in the dining room for breakfast . . . Great . . . about 20 minutes? We’ll
be there!”
“Okay you, everything’s set for 20
minutes from now. Get that body of yours clothed before I change my mind and
call him back.” Alex was flashing the irresistible smile that Samantha could
not resist, so she quickly turned away and began dressing before she became the
one who instigated the call back to their host and cancelled the breakfast
date.
By the time the duo arrived in the
dining area, Gary was already sitting at the table. He looked up as the women
came in close proximity. “I was told you were a late sleeper, Samantha. What
got you up so early today?”
“The clean air and beautiful setting, I
think. Besides I’m excited about getting an in-depth tour of this place.”
Samantha smiled over at Gary as she sat down. She picked up the menu and began
studying the contents. “You have a nice selection of breakfast foods. I didn’t
realize a place like this would have it’s own restaurant.”
“We try to keep everyone happy. When we
started out, we only had a continental breakfast and some sandwich and salad
stuff for lunch or dinner. But we found that a lot of our guests didn’t want to
leave the complex, so we’ve become more of a self-contained resort, basically
for those who want to stay within our boundaries during their visit. We’re very
progressive and even have some soy ‘meats’ for our vegetarian friends.” He
smiled broadly over in Alex's direction.
“Hey,” the dark-haired beauty addressed
her friend and business associate. “There are two of us now, which means you
are the one who is outnumbered at this table.”
“Oh?” His brow arched as he gazed in the
direction of the blonde. “You’re a veggie-head Sam?”
“Kind of, I still eat fish, so I’m not a
total vegetarian.” Samantha confessed.
“Close enough. I’ve got to admit I’ve slowed down on the red meat a lot the past
few years. I just like to give this partner of yours,” he touched Alex's arm,
“a difficult time, and there aren’t many things I can tease her about.”
“I think I could manage to find you a
few if I dug a little deeper, want some extra fuel?” Samantha offered.
Now it was Alex's turn to raise an
eyebrow, as she looked from one to the other of her companions at the table.
“What is this, pick on Alex day?”
“Sounds like a pleasant enough way to
start a morning,” Samantha smiled and nodded at Gary.
Alex re-opened her menu and started
looking at it. “I think we should order breakfast and change the course of this
conversation.”
“Party pooper.” Samantha teased, before
voicing her food decision. “I want pancakes and the soy sausage with a large
glass of orange juice.”
Gary motioned to the waitress that they
were ready and she cheerfully came over to take the orders.
When the meals arrived they were still
talking about what Samantha was going to be doing to occupy her time, while
Alex was working. Gary had set her up with an extended tour of the entire
facility, including the stables and told her that if she wanted to go riding
that Janet had volunteered to go along with her. At 11:00 she was set for an
hour to hour and a half massage, including some myofascial release with a visit
to the spa afterward. He figured Alex would be ready for a break around 1:00
and suggested that the three of them meet up for lunch.
Alex interjected that she wanted to be
totally finished around 4 o’clock so she could take Samantha into town to a few
of the shops. Luckily most of the ones she frequented stayed open late.
Janet arrived at the table just as they
were finishing. She said good morning to Gary and Alex and then Gary introduced
her to Samantha.
“So, Samantha, are you ready to get
started? Gary made sure you don’t have a single free minute, while he and Alex
are busy doing mundane stuff like work?” Janet’s dark brown eyes twinkled when
she spoke of her boss, and Samantha could see the mischief surfacing via the
woman’s crooked smile. She was sure this was going to be an interesting
morning.
Green eyes swiped a quick glance at Alex
before starting to get up from the table. The raven-haired beauty grabbed
Samantha's hand and gently squeezed. “Have a great morning Honey; we’ll see you
at lunch.”
“Don’t work too hard, you two,” were
Samantha's last words as she walked out of the room and onto the patio with her
guide.
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“Okay,” Janet began as they exited the
dining room. “We might as well start with the first building built and end up at the last. They walked out of the
residential building and over to where the offices were all located. “This was
the first site constructed about seven years ago. As you can see the waterfall
is visible from every room on the rear side of the building. The final plans
had been papered out even before groundbreaking, but they needed a starting
place and cutting off the view of the waterfall from the entrance seemed to be
a good place to start. The illusion of otherworldliness was what Gary and Alex
had in mind from the very beginning. Together they worked out what each stage
of the development would be. As a team they’re unbeatable. Samantha, you should
be very proud of Alex. With Gary’s imagination and vision and Alex’s expertise
on how to put businesses together, there was no chance of failure. This
particular site had been Alex's suggestion. Gary had been looking at a location
somewhere around Colorado Springs, Colorado. It had to have been fate for the
two of them to connect because this setting was ideal for what Gary wanted to
accomplish.”
Doors to offices opened to expose large,
sunny rooms with expansive views of the court below. Not only would this be a
marvelous place to visit, vacation, learn, and heal, but it also seemed as
though it would be a fantastic place to work and live.
“How long have you been with Gary,
Janet?”
“I’ve been here since the beginning.
Gary contracted me to coordinate the mass hiring that would be done before the
doors opened. He wanted to make sure the minute the construction was finished
that everything would be ready to go, so we started offering employment as soon
as the construction people broke ground. Gary was very particular as to the
kind of people he wanted to hire. They had to be truly caring and spiritual –
not religious mind you – but spiritual in the respect that they had to have a
kinship with nature and with their higher selves. They also needed to be open
to learning new and innovative therapeutic procedures.”
“That’s quite unusual, isn’t it, hiring
a staff before the buildings are completed?”
“Yeah, but the discipline Gary wanted to
offer his clientele didn’t have that many seasoned practitioners when we
started, so we did extensive interviewing, matching the therapists with the
vision and then Gary personally trained each and every one of the first
employees.”
“So this myofascial … is really
different from just massage?”
“Oh, definitely! It’s a total awareness
of the body and the mind; it’s not just a massage, Samantha. I’ll let you be
the final judge after you’ve received yours. It’s like a vehicle that allows
your body to connect with your mind and from that link a true healing emerges.”
“I can’t wait. We studied about the
fascia when I was taking my transcription courses, but we didn’t go into the
massage part.”
Janet went back to playing tour guide.
“So, originally this building housed not only the offices but Gary’s apartment,
the first classrooms, and the first massage rooms.”
Walking back out onto the court they
stopped in front of the pool for a minute to take in the tranquility of the
surrounding area and then continued on.
“The second building added was what has
now become known as the work building.” Janet opened the door and as they
walked in, she told Samantha a little more about myofascial techniques. She
also pointed out the lecture and classrooms, as well as the individual massage
areas. There were private porches leading out of many of the rooms, affording
the clients a chance to have their treatments out in the sunlight or moonlight
with the weather permitting.
Looking out from one such room, Janet
explained that the opposing building, the residential hall, had been the last
structure added. It had been built after the reality hit that a resort
atmosphere was what the clientele were looking for.
“Gary decided that if that’s what his
clients expected and needed, then that was what they would get. It almost
became a necessity, anyhow, because not only customers, but also therapists
come here. The professionals come to both learn the techniques and to
experience the effects of a myofascial massage first hand. Being able to stay
on the premises only makes it that much easier all around.” She smiled in Sam’s
direction. “That way there is no excuse for being late to class.”
“So he houses entire families here?”
Samantha didn’t see any children running around the grounds and was curious.
“Actually, no. The employee facilities
are basically studio apartments, like the one you’re staying in . . . small
suites with a kitchenette area. They are basically for the single people or
couples without kids. This is not really the type of resort where children
flourish, unless they’re here for treatment. Gary even discourages guests
bringing the little ones along, because the atmosphere needs to be one of quiet
to help in the healing process.” She grinned over at her charge. “And . . .
it’s a little expensive to bring the kids along just to play in the pool, if
you know what I mean.”
Samantha hadn’t thought much about it
before, but looking around at the facility, she would imagine that treatment
here would not be conducive to a thin wallet.
The final region that hadn’t been
explored was where the horses were housed, up near the falls. Janet reiterated
her offer to go riding with Samantha when Alex and Gary were working if the
blonde wanted company. She explained that the center acreage butted up against
a state forest and that the trails were beautiful this time of year.
Samantha thanked the woman for the offer
and told her she would definitely keep it in mind.
By the time they were finished with the
tour, it was close to 11:00 so they headed back toward what was known by the
employees as The Operations building. Janet introduced Samantha to her
masseuse, Belinda, and informed the blonde that she would meet up with her again
at the spa after her massage was concluded.
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An hour and 15 minutes later Samantha
was sitting quietly in the Jacuzzi on the lower level of The Operations
building when Janet walked into the sun drenched area. She spotted her charge
reclining in the tub with her head against a pillow, and her eyes closed. Upon
approaching, Janet coughed slightly so as not to startle the other woman when
she spoke.
“So, Samantha, how was your massage?”
Emerald green eyes with a trace of tears
looked up at her new friend. “I didn’t know it was going to be such an
emotional experience.”
“I’m sorry.” Janet knelt down next to
the tub, putting a comforting hand on Samantha's shoulder.
“Oh, no,” Samantha corrected the
response she was receiving. “It wasn’t a bad experience, rather insightful
actually. It’s just that I wasn’t quite prepared as to how deeply cleansing a
massage can be.”
“Myofascial is actually a little more
involved than you run of the mill massage, but I guess that’s a indisputable
subject at this point. I would have thought Alex would have filled you in a
little better on what to expect. I take it you had a bit of an unwinding?”
“You could say that,” Samantha sat up
straighter and turned to face the pleasant woman who had been her escort throughout
the morning. “But Belinda did fill me in a little before the massage began. I
thought to myself ‘yeah, sure . . . I’m going to move involuntarily and begin
replaying memories and emotional stresses.’ I figured she was talking about
people who had real problems, not someone like me. But . . . she was definitely
talking about me. I started moving and then all of a sudden I was sobbing.”
“But how did you feel afterward?”
“Actually, I felt relieved. I remember
reliving a confrontation with my Dad that had occurred years ago. I had totally
blocked it from my memory, but I guess I was holding onto the emotional scars
that the argument left me with. I had stormed out of the house that night
without even saying goodbye to my mother and didn’t contact them for over three
days. It was the first time I ever talked back to my father. I remember feeling
guilty, and like I was an evil child. Belinda told me I had the option to
continue on, letting everything come back to me and then letting it all go, or
that I could stop and my body would continue to hold on to the old pain. I
decided to do the former.” Again her eyes were filling with tears that trickled
down her face and into the small pool.
“How do you feel now, Samantha?”
“Good, but there is still a small splinter
in my heart where that wound is trying to heal. Belinda said sometimes it takes
more than one treatment to relieve the body and mind of all the old garbage
that accumulates throughout the years.”
“She’s very good at what she does
Samantha and she does know her craft.”
“Oh, you are definitely right, there, my
friend. She has the fingers of an angel.” Samantha got up from the warm liquid
and Janet handed her the towel that was lying beside the Jacuzzi.
“It’s almost one, if you want I’ll wait
and walk you back to the dining room. I don’t think we’re going to have time
for any riding today, but we can take a look at the horses after lunch if you
want?”
“I’ve never been much of a horseback
rider, but I do think the animals are beautiful. If you don’t mind, I would
rather put off visiting the stables until tomorrow?”
“No problem, Samantha.”
“Janet, I was wondering if there was a
computer on the premises that I could use, while Alex was busy with Gary?”
“Sure . . . actually there’s a laptop
you could take up to your suite if you’d like.”
“Oh, that would be fantastic! I’d like
to take it out on the deck and maybe do a little writing while Alex is
working.”
“You’re a writer, Samantha?”
“More of a wannabe right now. But my
dream is to someday be a published author.”
The other woman laughed, “And we could
say you started your first novel right here at the Center for Healing on the
Rocks.”
“Stranger things have happened,”
Samantha laughed.
By now the women were in the changing
room and Samantha started to get her clothes out of the locker. “Listen, Janet,
I can find my way back to the dining room. Why don’t you go ahead and do
whatever else it is you need to do today; we can plan on meeting again in the
morning?”
“That sounds like a good idea, Samantha.
Tell you what, I’ll have one of the guys take the computer up to your suite and
put it on the table. It will be there when you get finished with lunch.”
As the employee started for the exit,
Samantha thanked her for the grand tour and for getting a computer for her to use.
Looking back over her shoulder, Janet
warned Samantha that it looked like it might be time for the almost daily
afternoon shower.
“Almost daily?” Samantha asked.
“Yeah, when the weather is like this it
seems that once a day we have a small thunder storm. Sometimes it lasts only a
minute or two and sometimes works itself up into a fury. Looks like it might be
a combination of the two today.” She smiled at her new friend and gave a short
wave as she exited the locker room.
Samantha was feeling relaxed both
physically and emotionally, as she finished dressing and started back toward
the residential building. Walking through the courtyard, the blonde noticed
that a small dark cloud covering had, indeed, begun to surround the tip of the
red rock encircling the complex. Looking up she decided that running might be
the best course of action if she wanted to avoid getting caught out when the
rain began falling.
She made it halfway through the
courtyard when the rain started to drizzle down from the heavens, causing her
to run even faster, as it was now inevitable that she was going to get wet. So much for sitting in the sun and writing!
Thunder clapped and small ripples
dimpled the pool’s water as she hurried by, cursing Zeus for the bolts she knew
would follow. By the Gods I hate that
sound. A sharp crackling sound split the air and Samantha turned, looking
up in time to see a hot white streak flash across the dark sky, in the
direction of the red-rock mountain. There
is beauty even in that destructive energy. The small blonde was caught
between fascination and fear. Her father had scared the daylights out of her
when she was very young, telling horrible tales of people being victimized by
storms as electricity sizzled from the Heavens to the earth below.
The doors to the residential building
were finally within reach, and as she placed a hand on each of the knobs,
another clap of thunder resounded, causing her to cringe. It must be the rock structures that cause that vibrating echo.
Finally pulling the doors open she
stepped inside. Through the eyes of the poet within she now viewed the weather
from a safe alcove. The cooling liquid
played on the sweltering sidewalk, losing it’s essence and becoming steam,
rising back into the air, trying to return to the clouds from whence it had
just fallen. She stood at the door and watched as just as suddenly as the
storm had brewed, it ceased, leaving a rainbow floating gently over the
waterfalls directly in her line of vision. Within minutes all traces of the
storm had completely vanished and no one would have ever known that it even
rained. This very well might be a grand
place to begin my writing again.
Samantha turned away from the now
refreshed courtyard and started down the hallway to meet up with Alex and Gary.
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A joyful sound greeted her ears as the
petite woman entered the dining room. It was Alex's lilting laughter, and it
was music to her ears. Glancing around the room it was easy to spot the two old
friends; they sat and chatted over at a corner table, while waiting for Sam to
arrive, seemingly oblivious to the mini-storm that had just visited the area.
“Well, it doesn’t sound as though it is
business the two of you are discussing.” Samantha mentioned as she neared the
table. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anyone laugh like that over figures and
budgets.”
“Good afternoon to you, too, Samantha.”
Alex motioned for Samantha to sit next to her and then leaned over and gave her
a quick peck on the cheek. “Tell me you had a fantastic morning.”
“I had a fabulous morning thanks to
Gary’s choice of guides.” She turned and faced her host. Thank you, Gary. Janet
is very proud to be associated with this center, and it shows in the way she
talks about how much the establishment has grown since first being opened. And
Belinda,” Samantha winked at Gary and then turned toward Alex. “I think we
ought to bring her home with us as a personal masseuse.” She was finding it
extremely difficult to keep a straight face and still try to figure out the
confusing expression she was receiving from her lover.
Finally Samantha broke down laughing.
“I’m only kidding with you Alex. Can’t you tell?”
“Yeah, sure,” was the slurred response
from the raven-haired beauty. “In a pig’s eye, we’ll bring Belinda home with
us. Gary, what were you thinking?” She mentally chastised herself for not
finding out ahead of time who her friend had chosen to give Samantha the
massage.
“Alex, I thought you’d be pleased; she’s
the best myofascial operator in the Center.”
“I already know that . . . but you . . .
“
“Alex if you’re going where I think you
are with that line of questioning, I think it’s time to stop,” Samantha
interrupted, then quickly tried changing the subject. “I don’t know about
anyone else sitting at this table, but I’m starving!”
“Here, here for the blonde,” Gary chimed
in, avoiding the icy cold stare from the executive sitting across the table
from him. “I’m starved, also. Let’s eat.”
Feeling very much out numbered Alex
pouted slightly, and when she found that it wasn’t getting any attention, she
opened her menu and stared at the writing without really seeing it. He shouldn’t have given her to Belinda; he
knows what a tease she is! AND he knows our background. I had no idea she was
still working here, but I guess I should have figured she wouldn’t leave such a
cushy job. Alex had every intention of giving Gary an earful as soon as
they went back to work, but until she got a chance to talk to him, there was no
sense ruining a perfectly good luncheon.
While waiting for the arrival of their food, Samantha discussed in
detail the thunderstorm that just finished brewing and spilling over onto the
countryside beyond the doors of the building.
“That’s a fairly common occurrence
during this kind of weather.” Gary informed the small blonde.
“Janet said the exact same thing.”
Samantha informed him. “She mentioned that every day when the weather is warm
like this there is a small thunder storm. It was difficult to believe that it
could get so dark and scary, and then in only a few minutes be completely sunny
again.”
“Legend has it that Fighting Eagle, an
Indian chief, who lived in these parts, made a vow on his death bed to get even
with the white man for taking over his territory. He vowed to darken the sky
every day when the sun was shining brightly, simply to ruin the white man’s
perfect weather and then cry tears of salt upon the ground so that the white
man’s crops would not grow in the surrounding regions. The Indians believe that
the salty tears caused the rocks to multiple and become the small structures
dotting the entire area. The dying chief also pledged to cry tears of blood for
all his people lost at the hands of the white man. The Indians swear that his
tears of blood turned the now famous rock formations red. But, Fighting Eagle
also promised his people that the storms would not last long and there that
would be a rainbow at the end of each one, to let them know that he was still
watching over them.
The telling of the tale reminded
Samantha that she was going to attempt some creative writing while they were
here. “Gary, Janet told me there was a laptop on the premises that I could use
while I was here. I want to thank you for having such an accommodating
assistant.”
“No problem, Samantha. Do you need to
get on the Internet or something?”
“Not really, I thought I’d do a little
writing while the two of you are off conniving to make millions.” She smiled
over at Alex who seemed to be off in a world of her own. “Hey, good looking,” she tapped Alex on the
leg. “What’s up?”
“Up?” Alex raised her eyebrow
questioningly. “Nothing’s up. Why?”
“You seem a little spacey, like you’re
not exactly running on all cylinders right now.” Samantha smiled warmly and
received a rather strained smile in return.
The blonde looked over at Gary and
mouthed a question, asking the man if something happened during their business
meeting to upset Alex. He simply shook his head ‘no.’
“Okay, I get the message, stop
whispering about me in front of my face,” Alex gave her lover an honest smile,
shaking loose the feeling that would have turned her skin a gorgeous lime color
had it been able.
Food arrived and further conversation
was interspersed with “ummm’s and ahhh’s” from the famished trio.
Finishing off the final mouthful, Alex
asked Samantha what she planned on doing with the next couple of hours while
she and Gary tied up some loose ends.
Not realizing how extremely volatile the
subject was Samantha replied, “Well . . . Belinda offered to show me the hiking
. . .”
“I don’t think so!” The response was emphatic. Ice blue glances ventured
first to Gary and then over to Samantha.
“Gods, Alex, what’s the matter with you?
Do you have something against Belinda?”
“No! And ‘By the Gods’ Samantha,” the
dark-haired woman sarcastically mimicked her lover’s favorite saying. “Neither
will you!”
Now it was the blonde’s turn to raise
her voice. Everyone in the dining room was trying to nonchalantly act as if
nothing were happening, which was a small feat, seeing how the owner of the
establishment was sitting there turning red, while the two women sitting with
him were obviously arguing.
“I refuse to sit here and have you yell
at me when I have no earthly idea what set you off!” The blonde violently
pushed her chair away from the table and rose to leave.
Alex grabbed the smaller woman’s wrist
and jerked it a little rougher than she had anticipated.
“Alex!” It was the first verbalization
the man had interspersed into the conversation but it got the attention of both
the women. “Don’t make a scene . . . please.”
She dropped Samantha’s arm and put both
her hands up in the air, shaking her head, in a gesture of surrender.
Samantha didn’t wait for Alex to speak,
but raced from the room, hot tears burning a path in her normally smiling face.
The executive was now furious and her
eyes were boring a hole through Gary as he sat glued to his chair.
“Now see what you’ve done?” Alex
growled.
“What I’ve done? See what I’ve done?” He
tried his damnedest to keep his voice down to an astonished mumble.
“What the fuck did you think you were
doing, letting Belinda give Samantha her massage?”
“Alex she’s the best therapist I have on
site, I think you know that,” Gary answered extremely on the defensive.
“Do you have Alzheimer’s or are you just
stupid!”
“Do I what . . . oh shit . . . “ A light
bulb visibly went off in Gary’s eyes. “Yes . . . of course . . . I’m stupid! Damn it Alex it’s been years!”
“Lifetimes would not be enough. You had
to have HER give my lover a massage!”
“Let’s take this outside, Alex.” Gary
started to get up, but felt a strong hand on his shoulder pushing him back down
into his seat.
In a much calmer, controlled voice, Alex
acknowledged, “I’ve got to go upstairs and explain to Samantha what this
explosion was all about. I can’t talk with you about this now. We accomplished
quite a bit this morning, what with the ordering the wall and deciding how to
expand the building to encompass it. Because you had already talked to the
manufacturer, it should only take until Friday to get it here and pretty much
get it assembled. I think it would be fair to say we’ve put in a good day and
that we can make up the extra time tomorrow if need be?” Alex definitely had
her temper under control. Her voice was now back to her usual deep, calm tone
and the small hairs on the back of Gary’s neck were finally beginning to stop
sending that horrible prickling feeling to his skin.
He looked into her startling blue eyes
that were now not showing a trace of the fury she had just finished displaying.
Alexis Dorian was absolutely a woman to be reckoned with and not one on whose
bad side anyone wanted to get. He could have kicked himself for thinking that
she would have forgotten about Belinda, even though it had been almost seven
years ago, when the Center was still in its infancy stage that the two women
first met. It had been two years after that, when the mild-mannered man saw for
the first time the raven-haired beauty’s temper, and he vowed that he would
never be on the receiving end of her rage. Today he almost was.
“You go ahead and take care of that
little towhead of yours. She doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this, Alex.
I’m sorry about Belinda, it was not done maliciously.”
“I know, Gary. It’s just that she is
such a tease and troublemaker. If she knew Samantha was mine . . . well . . . “
Smiling coyly, she looked over at her friend, arching her eyebrow she finished
the statement he was reluctant to assume was insincere. “I would hate to have
to kill her and bury her out on that damn hiking trail of yours.”
With a wave of his hand he dismissed his
friend and she graciously whispered, “I’m sorry” into his ear, before grinning
and nodding sheepishly to the patrons as she exited the room.
The elevator ride was agonizingly long
as she mulled over in her mind how she was going to explain her actions to
Samantha. Finally deciding that honesty was the best way out, she took a deep
breath and opened the door to their suite.
The curtains had all been closed, and
the darkness gave an uneasy chill to what should have been a sunlit room. Alex
looked around and noticed that the bedroom door was conspicuously closed. As
she approached the room she could hear a faint sniffling coming from inside.
Instead of opening the door, the now apologetic woman went around to the
kitchen and got down two wineglasses. A bottle of Merlot was on the counter, so
she quietly searched the drawers for the opener. Feeling like an absolute jerk she poured the wine and then walked
over to the bedroom door.
Not bothering to knock or speak, she
opened the door and walked in, placing the glasses on one of the bedside
tables. The petite figure draped diagonally across the bed made no attempt to
acknowledge the dark-haired woman’s presence, but Alex noticed that the
sniffling had been stifled.
“Honey, I’m so sorry.” It was the only
thing she could initially think of to say to break the silence that filled the
room. There was no answer from the small blonde.
One long slender arm reached over and a
strong hand was placed on Samantha’s shoulder. Sam pulled back slightly from
the touch.
“Samantha don’t . . . please . . . Give
me a chance to explain.”
“A chance to explain?” Samantha turned
over, and green machetes cut through the silent room on their way to her
lover’s face. “A chance to explain why you made a fool of me in front of Gary
and all the people in the dining room? Alex what could you have been thinking? Do you know how embarrassed I was?
How frightened I was of the person you were turning into down there? Who in
Tartarus was that person grabbing my wrist?”
“Samantha give me a chance . . . “
“Go on . . . explain . . . but let me
warn you . . . this had better be good, Alex, because I don’t intend for our
relationship to continue on a physically abusive level. I will not be handled
like a piece of meat!”
She rolled back over trying to stay the
tears that involuntarily were again flooding down her face.
“Please don’t cry Samantha. Listen, my
temper got the best of me and I’m really sorry. I had no right to treat you the
way I did downstairs. You usually bring out the very best in me, but when I
feel there might be a chance of losing you or someone taking advantage of you,
the old Alex comes out and takes over. I’m still learning to control my anger.
I told you that Nikki and I physically fought, and I don’t ever want us to go
that route. I just couldn’t have you walking out on me.”
Now it was Alex's turn to weep. Samantha
could hear the tears in her lover’s voice but knew if she turned to glimpse the
reality of the liquid emotion running unashamedly down Alex's face, she would
melt into the tall woman’s arms and kiss the offending tears away. The small
blonde instead kept her face down on the bed, listening to the anguish in the
voice of the other half of her soul.
“It was almost seven years ago, not long
after Gary first bought the land and had the initial building built. Belinda
was one of his early groupies. She followed him around when he was doing the
therapy circuit and teaching physical therapists about his myofascial
techniques. She had been a certified massage therapist but wanted to go further
with her business, so she started taking classes and listening to lectures.
When he built this Center, she was the first employee he hired, after Janet. I
was here quite often during the first few years, encouraging and helping him to
get everything he needed to get this Center off the ground. I was footloose and
fancy free as the saying goes, and Belinda and I hit it off pretty good. Gary
introduced us . . . we talked . . . she showed me what he had taught her . . .
it turned into . . . an affair.”
Now she had the small blonde’s total
attention. Alex saw the change in Samantha's body language as soon as she said
the word ‘affair.’ At least she knew Samantha was listening.
“I know this probably is not the most
pleasant of conversations, Samantha, but the only way to explain to you what
just happened downstairs, is to explain what happened then. Belinda and I were
like Snow White and Rose Red we were opposites in almost every way. You
wouldn’t have liked me much back then, Honey. The displays of emotion like the
one that took place in dining room were a common occurrence. I had no check
whatsoever on my temper and my desires kept me fueled. I had many names, none
of them complimentary: Blue Ice, Lilith (in the sense of insubordinate to man),
Dalia, and of course the old standby ‘Bitch.’
Samantha turned over and sat up, looking
with incredulous eyes at the woman who had captured her heart. “You hate the
woman because you once loved her?”
Alex's face held the contrition Samantha
suspected it would and as she had already anticipated, her own anger melted
when she saw the path that the dried tears had left on her lover’s face.
“No Samantha I don’t hate her for that.”
She reached for the smaller woman’s hand and this time, Samantha didn’t pull
away.
“We never tried to fool ourselves into
thinking what we had was going to last. Belinda wanted a life here in Sedona,
and I was constantly on the road with Have It All. At first I tried to talk her
into moving to California or traveling with me, but she kept telling me that
the pace was too fast; she wanted a simpler lifestyle. I couldn’t conceive of
not being close to the bars and the city, and she couldn’t imagine leaving the
country. We actually parted friends, or so I thought.”
Alex stopped and took a sip of her wine,
offering the other glass to Samantha who smiled shyly, commenting that it was a
little early to be imbibing, but she took it anyway, drank a little and handed
it back to Alex to put on the table.
“So, I assume something happened to
change the relationship from friends to enemies?” Samantha snuggled up closer
to the uncomfortable looking woman sitting on the edge of the bed. This
couldn’t be an easy story to tell and her putting distance between them could
only make the telling even more awkward. “Go on, Alex,” she prompted as she put
her head on her lover’s chest and her arms around Alex's waist, “I’m
listening.”
The strong fingers that had minutes ago
held Samantha's small wrist in a death grip, now gently laced their way through
the silken gold of the smaller woman’s hair, making the task of confession
slightly more palatable.
“Almost two and a half years after
Belinda and I broke up, I brought Nikki with me on a business trip to see Gary.
He was adding machines to the center and wanted me to come look at where he was
placing them and bring his people up to par on the new equipment. I thought it
would be an ideal time to take a mini-vacation . . . “
“Ahhhh, a mini-vacation. Should I be
jealous that you’ve brought someone here before me?” Samantha stared up into
soft blue eyes that had a faraway gleam in them.
Brought out of her reverie, Alex gently
chided, “Samantha please, this is difficult enough.”
“Sorry.”
“Anyhow, I brought Nikki here and we, as
usual, were not in the best of spirits with each other. It was obvious the
honeymoon was over, even on a vacation. I thought getting her an unwinding
would settle some of her emotional and physical problems, and then thought we
might still be able to work on our relationship.”
Digressing from the tale she brought herself
back to the present. “By the way, Samantha, Gary was right when he said Belinda
is the best therapist he has here; she’s competent, experienced, and has very
healing hands. I hear she now goes with
him on his teaching conferences and helps train as well as doing the actual
hands-on.”
She had purposefully gotten off the
painful train of thought, but she needed to bring this little confessional to a
close. Gently kissing the soft locks in front of her she wrapped her arms
around Samantha and drew the smaller woman in close. “You know I love you,
don’t you Samantha?” The question was almost a plea.
The blonde looked up and put her hands
on either side of her dark angel’s face. “More than life, my soul, more than
life.” Sam tenderly kissed the full lips that could melt her heart with a
simple smile. “Finish, Alex, I’m sure you’re almost done.”
“Yes,” the dark head shook in the
affirmative, and her blue eyes glistened from the return of emotions that again
prompted tears. She hated it when the past infiltrated into the present. There
were so many stages in her life Samantha need not experience first hand, she
had hoped this to be one of them, but it hadn’t played out in her favor.
Sighing deeply she continued.
“Okay, without going into all the grim
details . . . I set up an appointment for Nikki with Belinda. I had absolutely
no trepidations about doing so and that, my love, was my waterloo. It seemed as
though the grey-eyed masseuse held quite a reservoir of anger over the demise
of our relationship. On the surface she was as sweet as ever, her smile belying
what she actually felt.”
Alex hated re-enacting the scenario from
so many years gone by, and elaboration seemed to stay her from actually getting
to the meat of the deception. Again a sigh and again Samantha held her lover
close, knowing that this was a torturous memory to give voice to.
“As usual I was spending the day with
Gary and we were supposed to meet up with Nikki for lunch – seems like today
was a touch of déjà vu – Nikki was absolutely glowing when she came to the
table. I thought it was just from a relaxing massage, but she wasn’t meeting my
eyes when I spoke to her. After lunch we went for a walk and I asked how the
treatment went. She avoided the subject, pointing out that the falls were beautiful
and changing the subject to something else superficial that has now slipped by
my memory. I remember grabbing her and spinning her around to face me. One of
her downfalls was that she couldn’t lie to me. I asked what happened when she
was with Belinda and her brown eyes first teared and then turned angry. She
told me that it was my fault for leaving her in the clutches of such a
temptress.”
Alex repositioned, so as to look into
Samantha's face. She hoped that looking into the innocent face of her lover
might somehow soften the climax to the story she was unfolding.
“Samantha, I received far more
information that day than my emotions needed. Nikki went into unrestrained
detail, beginning with the tenderness of Belinda’s touch and ending with the
seduction at the end of the treatment session. I didn’t see red – I saw a
swirling fury of purple! I lost all conscious control over my actions and went
flying out of the room in search of the bitch who dared to touch what was mine;
it didn’t matter that I was beginning to wonder if I really loved Nikki. I
didn’t bother to ask how Nikki felt or why she responded to the attention. I
really didn’t care. I wanted revenge on the person who had violated me!”
As the memories spewed from her lover’s
lips, Samantha watched in awe the gentle face of her beloved change to that of
a raving lunatic. The blonde had seen Alex angry, jealous, and protective
before, but through the confrontations she had witnessed, Alex's face had never
taken on the dimensions it was taking on now, while she relived this tale of
jealousy gone maniacal.
The new tears, streaming down the
angular features of the raven-haired beauty’s face, were those of remembered
hate and loss of control, of shame mixed with torturous guilt. The despair that
was slowly surfacing was breaking Samantha's heart. She quickly closed the gap
between them and put a hand up to her dark angel’s mouth. “Hush, my love, you
don’t need to finish. I really do understand.”
Alex took the hand and gently kissed
each loving finger as she shook her head ‘no.’
“I’m sure you do, my Destiny, but this
is one story I need to finish now, so I never have to complete it again.”
“Really Alex, I . . . “
“Samantha . . . please . . . “
The blonde sat back reluctantly and
allowed the dark-haired woman to continue.
Having regained her composure, the story
flowed to finish without the return of tears. “I reached Belinda’s quarters
with Nikki close behind me. The only reason she had fallen behind was because
she had stopped to get Gary, knowing that the masseuse was in grave danger. I
reached the door and without knocking turned the knob. Honestly, Samantha, I
think a locked door was all that saved her that evening. I banged on the door
and by the time she opened it, Nikki was at my back. I got in one good kick to
the stomach and fist to the face, before Nikki and Gary jumped me from behind.
With Nikki joining in the fight against me, I lost all desire to continue. I
ran out the door and back to our suite. Only later did I learn that Gary was
the one who talked Belinda out of filing assault charges against me. I guess
that was the beginning of the end of my relationship with Nikki.”
It was the first time Samantha ever
looked into Alex’s normally brilliant baby blues and instead saw a slightly ash
blue color. She smiled sweetly at Alex and took her hand. “Okay, now I know the
entire story, and I can see why you got upset this afternoon . . . “
“If she touched you Samantha . . . I’m
not sure you should tell me . . . I’m afraid I’d kill her this time.”
Samantha searched her lover’s eyes and
face and found no trace of a smile. “Alex people change, they grow – you have –
sort of.” She smiled broadly trying to entice the raven-haired beauty to do the
same. When that didn’t work she tried a small explanation of the conversation
she had with the therapist.
“Actually, Alex, she does know that I’m
with you; Janet told her. Her knowing that we are lovers made conversation
between us a little easier. She informed me that a few years back she returned
to school to become a physical therapist. While studying for her degree, she
met the woman who is now her lover. They have a small house on the outskirts of
town. Belinda showed no animosity toward you, Alex.”
Alex remained sitting with her head down
and silent, lost somewhere in time and memory. Samantha reached over and picked
up the wineglasses. She handed one to the solemn woman sitting next to her and
then took a sip or two from her own. Alex had taken the glass without saying a
word and now began drinking the warm red liquid.
The silence was deafening.
Not knowing how to break the unnatural
muteness of her partner, the blonde fidgeted on the bed as she drank her wine
and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was already 4:00. Damn, time flies when you’re having fun!
She thought sarcastically.
“So, where do we go from here?” Alex
whispered.
The question was uttered so quietly that
Samantha was not truly sure her ears had heard anything. “Did you say
something, Alex?”
“Yes.” Alex answered, finally looking into
her lover’s eyes with her own light blue eyes looking paler than the smaller
woman sitting next to her had ever seen them. “I asked where we went from here,
Samantha? I don’t know what else to do but apologize and promise that I will
continue working on keeping my temper in tow. It’s simply that the thought of
anyone touching you, other than me, gets my blood to boiling.”
“Alex, I am not going to get myself into
a position where someone is going to manhandle or womanhandle me. What we have
here is an obvious lack of your trusting that I can handle myself. It also
seems to me that you don’t believe that I have no desire to let anyone but You
touch me romantically, or rotically as Mom so aptly puts it.” Again she tried
reaching her heart-mate though levity.
The smile, that could make Samantha's
pulse quicken, finally appeared on Alex's face. The small blonde reached out a
hand and drew the woman she loved close. With Alex’s head on her chest she
gently stroked the dark hair, running her fingers through it slowly as she
tenderly kissed the ebony crown. For the first time since their relationship
had started Samantha felt as though she were the stronger of the two. She hated
seeing her hero so vulnerable, yet on the other hand it allowed her insight
into the psyche of the many faceted person she had fallen so deeply in love
with.
“I love you with my entire being; you
know that don’t you?” Samantha whispered into her lover’s ear.
“You had better, Samantha Renee Riley.
No one else in this world would have me, and I am so in need of you.”
Glistening eyes gazed up into emerald pools of affection.
It was an odd sensation, the small woman
leaning down to kiss the tender lips of her beloved where she was usually the
one reaching toward the sky. They melded together, and had wishes been easily
granted, the two would have merged forever.
Alex's arms tightened around Samantha's
body and the smaller woman began running her hands down her lover’s back.
“You know, Alex we started something
this morning that never did get finished? Do you really have to go back to work
today?”
“As a matter of fact, No. I told Gary
when I left him at the table that I’d see him in the morning.” Sitting back she
looked into Samantha's questioning face. “Yes, I apologized to him before I
came up here. Seems like I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.”
“PMS?”
“No!”
“Could be, it’s just about . . . “
The remainder of the sentence was cut
off by a passionate kiss, as the taller woman repositioned herself and then
maneuvered her lover on top of her. With fluid dexterity she removed Samantha's
top and bra, then with her hands under the slight woman’s arms she pulled her
forward until a firm breast dangled enticingly at mouth level. Alex allowed her
tongue to play damply around the puckering nipple that hung suspended above her
lips, before opening her mouth and engulfing the morsel before her.
Groans of desire resounded from both
women as Alex slid her hands down to Samantha's waist, then continued further
down the slim body removing shorts and panties. Samantha helped with her legs
to get the clothing all the way off and then focused her attention on ridding
Alex of hers.
Minutes later the two were lying naked
side-by-side, simultaneously touching and caressing each other.
“I’m going to turn over a new leaf,
Samantha,” Alex began.
“No more talk, Alex,” Samantha pleaded.
“You’re positively right,” Alex agreed
and all conversation was immediately halted.
One long leg moved toward and in between
two shorter legs, as Alex's thigh rubbed against an already swollen bud hidden
by a mound of soft golden curls. She positioned Samantha beneath her and placed
a hand between the golden and the ebony curls, teasingly fondling the heat of
Samantha's passion, before sliding her entire body down the smaller one and placing
her eager tongue where her leg and fingers had been just seconds before.
“Mine.” It was the only word that was
distinguishable as she licked the love juice from the area and then sucked
gently at the swollen protuberance.
“Tell me, my Destiny, tell me it’s mine and mine alone.”
“It’s yours Alex,” Samantha breathed
fitfully between gasps and moans.
Flicking back and forth the raven-haired
beauty’s tongue played among the soft wet folds and back to the bud, faster and
harder, until Samantha, her hands on Alex's head, began to push the taller
woman away, screaming in ecstasy that she needed relief before she exploded.
“But I want you to explode, Samantha.”
Sapphire gems flashed mischievously, as she looked up from her place of power,
refusing to relinquish her hold until she knew her lover had gone beyond the
point of orgasm.
Then the brunette opened her mouth wide
and covered Samantha's moist nether lips. Her tongue continued its search until
begging and receiving entrance to the cave of desire, she found herself deep
within her lover’s body. With a ravenous appetite she proceeded to plunge in as
far as possible, then stop and explore the surrounding territory, while
listening to half-uttered words from somewhere above her head. Her mouth filled
with Samantha, she mumbled again, “Tell me Samantha. Tell me who all this
belongs to.”
“Ah . . . Alex . . . oh . . . Alex . . .
“
“Who?” The brunette licked as she pulled
her tongue out. “Who?” She queried again as the long, soft organ found its way
back into the cave.
“You . . . you . . . p-l-e-a-s-e . . . “
Turning her own body without missing a
beat, she straddled Samantha's face. Her own passion inches away from her
lover’s mouth.
Two small hands began by circling Alex's
swollen nub, but the brunette refused to allow the hands to bring the mound
down to mouth level.
“Alex stop teasing,” Samantha finally
implored. “Stop fighting me.”
Smiling the taller woman slowly lowered
herself down onto her lover’s face, shivering at the first soft touch, as
Samantha’s tongue zealously began lapping at the elixir of love, dripping from
between Alex's nether lips.
“You taste so sweet,” the blonde mumbled
with her mouth full of her heart’s desire.
Concentration became a challenge, as
each of the women was lost between satisfying and being satisfied. Finally in
unison they came, Alex with her tongue inside Samantha and Samantha with her
tongue inside Alex.
Alex could feel the supple walls
trembling as the spasms began. For a minute, she held her position, enjoying
both her own sensations and those of her lover. Then she smiled and removed her
tongue, replacing it with one . . . two . . . three fingers. Pulling away from
a determined Samantha, she turned, now straddling the smaller woman’s thigh
again. She immersed her fingers deep inside, where Samantha was still
occasionally shuddering. When deep inside, she splayed her fingers, filling the
cavity completely. Passionate kisses covered Samantha's mouth, with each of the
women tasting her own sweetness on the lips of the other. Long, skillful
fingers continued moving powerfully in a give-and-take motion, causing the
blonde to quickly succumb to another orgasm, while Alex rode to climax almost
at the same moment.
Happily soaked with perspiration and the
sweet smell of love, Alex fell limply beside Samantha. With her hand still
inside her lover, she knew that she could stay there for hours and never tire
of the feelings that lingered after making love to the other half of her soul.
She smiled, joyously savoring the quivering after shocks still coursing through
her lover’s body.
When Alex finally removed her hand and the silence was broken, it
was Samantha who first spoke. “Alex do you know how special you make me feel?”
“As special as you are?”
“I’m serious, Alex.”
“So am I. You, Samantha, are the most
important thing in my life. I know I can be a tyrant, and I’m sorry. I’m trying
. . . “ She looked at the blonde, “No smart ass remark,” she smiled. “As I
said, I’m trying to imagine that you can love me as much as I love you. It’s a
difficult concept to believe, but I am getting closer to believing it.”
“Well you had best know pretty damn
soon.” Samantha gave her lover a peck on the cheek.
“So, do you think we made up for what
didn’t happen this morning?”
“Oh, I would positively say that we
probably did a little better than we would have this morning.” Samantha placed
an elbow on the bed and propped her head on one hand. “I hate to be the one to
change the subject, my love, but I think I’m hungry again.”
Alex rolled onto her back laughing. “But
of course you are, my Destiny.” She looked over at the radio and saw that it
was almost 6 o’clock.
“Listen, if we take a quick . . . and I
do mean quick shower . . . we could probably make it to at least one of the
stores I want to show you and then go have dinner. You up for shopping?”
“Always,” the small blonde responded.
“You know Alex, I think we did our own little imitation of Sedona weather this
afternoon. You produced a small storm in the dining room, but hey, the air
cleared and now it’s time for the sun to come back out and rule the sky. Just
let’s not have you following suit and doing that on a daily basis, agreed?”
“Absolutely!” Samantha's Princess
Charming rolled off the bed and grabbed her life-mate, pulling her up and onto
the floor. “Only you would think of my outrageous actions as a midday storm, my
love, and compare my bad temper to an act of nature.” She kissed Samantha
tenderly then whispered in her ear. “Come on, let’s get ready and go see a
little of this mystical town.”
End of Chapter 8