Chapitre 3

 

On the side walk, outside the bar, Kimberly checked her cellphone.

– “I’m calling an Uber, I won’t let you walk the subway with those heels, you’ll break an ankle. I hate to see a woman in pain.”

Rebekah raised an interrogative eyebrow. How did she know?

– “Don’t tell me your ankles are not sore from these heels. You place each step carefully, as if you were walking on rice paper”, Kimberley answered her silent question.

 

Rebekah smiled and looked at her. How observant! She was about to protest but held back and decided to follow suit. She liked the easy-going way she took things under control and considered her needs. It would be so sweet and relaxing to be taken care of by such a woman… and be loved by her. Oh, oh, hold your horses back, up there. Her brain’s train of thoughts frightened her sometimes… Don’t go domestic. You’re not looking for a relationship, remember? This would be, at most, a one night stand.

 

Kimberley looked at her phone pretending to be absorbed in her search for a drive home. She had just admitted that she had been staring at her, at her walk, at her legs. She’d been watching from the moment she noticed her at the bar, discreetly observing the way she sat and moved gracefully. She didn’t just find her beautiful, there was something about this woman that attracted her irresistibly, something that had driven her to approach her. She didn’t have a taste for one-night stands and certainly wasn’t used to bringing a stranger home. But everything was different around her, she was ready for any bold move just to extend the night and spend some more time with her, whatever was to come…

 

Rebekah watched Kimberley more closely. There was a delightful contrast between her soft, delicate figure and her firm ways of acting and taking charge. Rebekah’s gaze traveled down her body and lingered on the curve of her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing any bra and her nipples were showing off under a loose white T–shirt. Rebekah blinked. Since when jeans and T–shirt had become such a sexy and attractive outfit? An Uber car had arrived and was already waiting for them on the opposite side walk. Kimberley took her hand gently and led her across the street. Rebekah couldn’t resist and cast a furtive glance at her ass.

 

Damn, those jeans are calling for sinful thoughts!

She sighed.

 

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Seated in the back of the car, Kimberly sensed the warmth of her thighs brushing against hers. She was still holding Rebekah’s hand and was glad to notice that she hadn’t taken it away. She gave her a side–way glance, she seemed absorbed in the view of the city lights flashing by through the window. Kimberley couldn’t resist the temptation and began to slowly stroke the back of her hand. Heat swelled into Rebekah’s heart and belly, her breath quickened. Kimberley closed her eyes.

 

What am I doing? I’m not going to make love to that woman at first meeting.

She reflected on the new feelings her presence awoke in her. She’d never jumped before looking, and physical attraction had never preceded emotion, but her desire was too strong and she seemed unable to control it. She had such a need to touch her, to feel her. She looked at her. Rebekah was still staring at the window but her breathing had quickened and she parted her lips, expectantly. Kimberley couldn’t resist; she grew bolder and ran her fingers down her thigh, slowly pulling up the light fabric of her dress. The driver glanced in the rear–view mirror and Rebekah froze. Kimberley withdrew her hand.

– “I’m sorry. Don’t think I would have gone intimate in the back of a car. I can control myself”, she lied.

Rebekah moved away, putting a safer distance between them. She glanced at the driver, fearing he’d take more interest into them and changed to a less risky subject.

– “Your accent, where does it come from?”

Kimberley grinned. She’s right, let’s go for some small talk. She sat back comfortably in her seat, one arm on the back, and wisely resisted the temptation to slip her fingers into Rebekah’s deep dark curls.

– “Ouch, I thought I erased the accent. I’m from Atlanta.”

–“I could have bet on that ! You sounded American but no worries your French is perfect. The accent is slight and... cute.”

–“So you think I’m cute?”

Rebekah didn’t answer and blushed away. She jumped at the sight of the Place de la Nation’s columns.

God, we’re passing by Mom’s neighborhood!

– “Are you having second thoughts? I can ask the driver to take you home if you’d rather-”

– “No!” Rebekah protested loudly, almost screaming, “I mean... I want to stay with you.” And, as if she had opened up too much, she added casually, “You promised me a glass of brandy after all.”

 

She thinks I’m cute.

This thought made Kimberley smile all along the way.

 

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The car dropped them off at the bottom of a luxurious building, near the Bois de Vincennes. Rebekah suddenly feeling slightly intimidated, hesitated, but Kimberley grabbed her hand and led her to the elevator.

– “I’m on the top floor” said Kimberley and as if reading her mind, she added, “Don’t get impressed by all the gilding and marble. I’m not that rich. It’s inheritance money”.

 

Rebekah was troubled by their forced proximity in the narrow space of the lift shaft. She had to tear her attention away from her dimples but lowering her gaze meant eyeing on her breasts showing under the white cotton. She concentrated on the floor display: 1, 2 to the last...

She lived on the fifth, like her, but there was a lift.

– “Who died?” she asked. If we keep on talking, I’d be less tempted to look back at her and touch

her.

– “My Granny” Kimberley answered, a flash of sadness deepening her eyes.

Rebekah resisted barely the urge to hug her; this could lead to dangerous moves. “I’m sorry”, she simply said.

 

On the top floor, Kimberley opened the door to a large but comfortable loft. She turned to Rebekah and helped her remove her jacket. Kimberley grabbed the garment and hung it on the coat rack without taking her eyes off Rebekah. The thin strap of her dress fell over her forearm and Kimberley slowly pulled it back into place tracing a furrow of fire on her bare skin. Rebekah couldn’t resist any longer and ran the tip of her tongue over the much desired dimple at the corner of her lips. Kimberley froze, breathless, she parted her lips, slightly turned her head to capture her mouth in a sensual but brief kiss. Rebekah leaned in for more, but Kimberley separated from her and pulled her into the living room.

“I promised you a drink” she said in a hoarse voice.

 

She installed her into a cozy padded sofa and searched the bar. She was moving quietly and gracefully. Rebekah tore her gaze from her nicely shaped ass in her tight jeans and took in the room. She needed the distraction. She could still feel her breath and the softness of her lips against hers. This delay was torture and she needed to clear her mind and cool off. She distracted herself by examining the apartment. The living room was large and tastefully decorated, the high ceiling was covered with a glass roof. On one side of the room, floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a rooftop terrace with verdant view of the nearby woods. On the other side a wrought iron staircase led to a mezzanine floor. Every available wall was lined with shelves housing an impressive collection of books.

 

Kimberley returned with a bottle of brandy and two tasting glasses. Rebekah remarked, nodding towards the bookshelves.

– “You have a great amount of books. I didn’t think someone could beat me in that department”, she narrowed her eyes, making out the edges of the first books in the distance, “are they organized alphabetically?”

Kimberley smiled softly and, handing her a glass, sat down on the coffee table right in front of her : “I plead guilty. I am a scholar who lives for books and study... and I’m a bit of a maniac”.

She leaned forward and started unfastening the leather straps of Rebekah’s shoes. Her V-neckline parted revealing round, full breasts with delicate pink nipples.

Rebekah pursed her lips, “What are you doing?”

– “These feet are hurting. I intend to give them a soothing massage.”

 

She seized one foot and rubbed its top with her thumbs using firm pressure. She carried on, applying light pressure to the arch of the foot, then massage softly the aching heel. She squeezed and pulled each toe gently starting at the tip of the big toe, then moved up to the ankle, and back down to the toes. Rebekah laid down, eyes closed, abandoned to the pleasure of the massage. She moaned softly and this sound sent hot waves of desire along Kimberley’s nerves. She paused and softened her touch caressing the slender ankle and moving up the calf. She stopped suddenly and looked up at Rebekah who had started teasing her nipple with the tip of her toe, “God, I’m losing my mind around you!”

 

She sat up on her lap and their lips finally met in a long demanding kiss. She cupped Rebekah’s head in her hands, stroking the back of her neck, sliding her fingers through her curly locks. She bit her lower lip gently, then explored with her tongue its thin skin, swollen with desire. Rebekah parted her lips and their tongues mingled. They moaned and quit only when they needed to grasp some air. Kimberley looked at Rebekah. She was so beautiful when undone and panting with desire. She stood up and took her hand, “Come” she whispered slowly and led her upstairs.

 

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Inside the bedroom, Kimberley hesitated for a moment before turning on the bedside lamp. She wanted to have a complete vision of her but she sensed it could frighten Rebekah away.

– “Are you okay? Can I keep the light on?”

– “Yes” replied Rebekah in a hushed voice.

– “I... I want to see you”, Kimberley whispered, then hesitated, “we can stop here if you’re not sure...”

– “I don’t want this to stop.”

Kimberley’s heart jumped at this answer. She resisted the urge to kiss her deeply and, holding her by the shoulders, she gently turned her around. She wanted to take her time and explore her body. She slowly undid the ponytail and buried her nose in the mass of dark hair. Her perfume was intoxicating and she got lost in the sweet spicy scent. Then lifting up the long curls, she traced a path of kisses along her shoulder and slender neck. With one hand, she unzipped her dress which slid down to the floor. She paused to admire the curve of her hips and lower back. She stroked along the line of her spine up to the strap of her bra which she enclosed. The piece of lingerie joined down the dress. Kimberly continued to kiss every inch of her back, neck and nape. She wrapped her arms around her to reach her breasts, caressing, grabbing and twisting the sensitive nipples between her fingers.

 

Rebekah arched her back, moaning and gasping in pleasure. She had never been touched, caressed, and kissed with such passion and devotion. Her previous one-night stands had been brief and shameful shags with repressed women who refused to get undress in full light. She turned to face Kimberley and helped her take off the white T–shirt, then she watched her while she took off the jeans. She was wearing sheer transparent tulle hipster panties which revealed blonde pubic hair. The striptease took Rebekah’s breath away. She took her lips and kissed her hungrily, her hands exploring eagerly her breasts, stomach and the moist heat between her thighs. She slipped a hand under the panties, fumbling through the fair curls, she reached and spread the tender lips. Kimberley arched her back with a cry of pleasure. She was trembling as Rebekah carried on her intimate exploration. God, she is so wet. She looked into her eyes as she ran her fingers from the delicate mucous membrane of her clitoris to her entrance in a back and forth motion until she came with a muffled cry.

 

Kimberley hold her breath, keeping her eyes locked with hers, she stepped and knelt on the bed. Rebekah joined her and, capturing her thigh between hers, rubbed her pelvic against her to pleasure herself as she always did. But Kimberly was a much more giving partner than her previous shags. She accompanied her motion, with a firm hand pressure on the low of her back. Her body rocked in rhythm against hers, every inch of her skin caressing hers, breasts brushing against hers, her crotch stroking against her thighs. They came together, eyes into eyes, melting their breaths, moaning and panting. Rebekah stifled a sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of this shared pleasure. She sat and breathed, slowly recovering.

 

– “Oh no, I’m not finished with you beautiful woman” Kimberley whispered with a grin.

She laid her down on the bed, reached for her panties with a caressing hand and slid the thin fabric down her legs. She sat at her feet and, seizing one leg, she explored every inch of skin with her tongue. Rebekah arched her back and sighed with pleasure. She didn’t resist while Kimberley spread her legs and laid back with expectation.

What is she doing?

Rebekah raised her head and looked down. Kimberley was staring at her sex, pulling aside the dark curls to reveal the sensitive skin. Rebekah blushed and put a hand on her crotch in a sudden fit of timidity. She wasn’t used to be the object of such admiration and desire. Kimberley gently pushed her hand away. “Let me... You’re so beautiful. Tell me what you crave”, she asked while caressing the moistened membrane.

– “I... I don’t know. This is good”, stammered Rebekah.

She was shaken to the core. She was both embarrassed and excited by the talk, by her gaze on her intimacy. She had lost her foundations and it scared her.

– “Do you like this?” asked Kimberley in a teasing mode.

She traced a groove on the inside of her thighs with her tongue where the skin was the thinnest and most sensitive. Rebekah moaned and balled the sheets in her fists. Kimberley, continuing her tongue exploration, stroked her fleece, massaging her labia before reaching her clitoris with a finger.

– “And what about this?”.

A deep moan answered. Her breath fastened at the sight of Rebekah undone, eyes closed and mouth ajar. She carried on exploring the soft, moistened membrane for a while then slide two fingers into her. She met a slight resistance and Rebekah flinched. Kimberley froze.

– “Oh my God, did I hurt you?”

– “No. Please don’t stop” Rebekah whispered back to her.

Kimberley dug her fingers deeper in a back and forth motion. She could feel her skin ignite from the rubbing and spams shaking her belly in rhythm. She picked up the pace and stimulated her clitoris with her mouth. Rebekah began to weaken, her body quivering with orgasmic spams, her hands ruffling the sheets until she collapsed with a piercing scream overwhelmed by an explosion of pleasure. When she recovered, she had gone liquid.