Her ass was the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door of the bar. Our bar. The one we met at six years ago the day before Christmas.
She was sitting on her knees, on the barstool, leaning forward, yelling something playful to the guy pouring what was probably her beer.
I smiled, my being lighting up at the sight of her. It had been almost a year since I had seen her, and I wanted to kiss her so badly my pussy pulsed with warmth at the idea.
“Myra!” I exclaimed to the back of her head. She twirled around, her big brown eyes widening, her smile radiating surprise, love and delight.
“My Katydid! She slid off the stool and we crashed into each other. “You’re here!”
“You’re here!” I laughed, and kissed her cheek, the best I could do given our circumstances.
The bartender, a slight twenty-something with a thick beard and black framed glasses, set her beer down and placed a menu in front of me as I took the stool next to hers, shoving my overnight bag in front of my feet.
“This is James.” Myra gestured to him. “And James, this is Katy, my very bestest.”
“Nice to meet you Katy my very bestest.” he grinned. Whatcha havin’?”
“Your cock, while she eats me.” I wanted to say, but glanced at the menu instead, and chose the first thing that caught my eye.
“May I please have the Imperial Biscotti Break?” I giggled. Who comes up with these names?
“You got it.” he replied, grabbing a glass and pouring from the tap.
“You look amazing!” Myra gushed after taking a generous sip of her beer, her engagement ring and diamond wedding band glinted under the glow of white Christmas lights hanging above us.
I waved her away, not one to take compliments well. James set my beer down in front of me and took the menu.
“So tell me everything!” I returned my attention to Myra.
“No, you tell me everything Miss California! I have nothing new going on.”
I watched her twirl her ring around and around her little finger. It hurt my heart to see it, to know this was temporary.
When we met, Myra had a boyfriend who now was her husband. I was in New York from Portland where I was living at the time. I loved stopping by the city for a day or two before catching a train to Washington D.C where my family lived when Christmas rolled around.
I was shocked when she kissed me that night after talking and talking and drinking and drinking. I wasn’t expecting her advance nor was I expecting her to tell me to come home with her where we fucked like it was the last day of our lives. I had been with plenty of women but no one like her. Her enthusiastic energy and juxtaposition of softness and violence in her fucking was intoxicating. She’d drag her tongue over my neck as if tasting and savoring every inch before sinking her teeth into the flesh just behind my ear. She’d straddle me, rubbing herself against my lady lips, sliding just her fingertips over the swell of my breasts before striking my face. It was the suspense and tension combined with the openness and fun that I enjoyed so much.
The boyfriend was something I chose not to think about.
Myra told me that night as we were tangled together, sweaty, sore and exhausted, that while she loved her boyfriend, she wasn’t all that into men.
“Are you bi?” I asked.
“No. I like women. Just women.”
“What in the world are you doing with a man?” I pulled away a little so I could see her face.
“It’s easier this way.” she didn’t meet my eyes.
“Easier on who?”
“My family. I’m the only child and it would kill my parents.” she rolled her eyes.
“So you’re going to kill yourself in a relationship that will mean nothing to you?”
“I’d like to have children at some point.” she replied, agitated.
“You can have kids. There are other ways.” I pressed.
“I can’t talk about this anymore.”
It wasn’t like I was honest with my family either. I didn’t bring anyone home who wasn’t a man but my sexuality was more fluid than anything. I didn’t label it because as soon as I thought I’d only be with women, some man came along and I fell in love with him. And then I’d want to be with men for a while and meet someone who was transgendered and I’d love them too. It was too much to pack into a word that would at some point exclude a possibility.
Myra and I agreed to stay in touch after that first night. Sometimes she’d fly to Portland or I’d go out east. We couldn’t see each other too much or it would raise concerns, but when we did it was all consuming. I only had one night with her this trip as my family was expecting me in the morning. Work wasn’t letting me take off extra time so I wanted to skip the beers altogether and dive into the AirB&B she found for us just a few blocks from here.
“Someone’s thirsty!” she smirked as I gulped my beer.
“You’re one to talk.” Myra was smaller than me but could drink twice as much as my lightweight self.
“How’s married life?” I all but whispered. Myra and Kevin had gotten married in the summer.
She shrugged. “The same I guess.”
“Are you happy?” I asked, knowing this was treading on thin ice.
“Katy. C’mon. Let’s not do this. I’m as happy as I can be all things considered. Tell me about California.”
I was jealous. I wanted Myra to myself, not in these cross-country fits and starts, but it was better than not seeing her at all.
“California is amazing. I love my job and my apartment. I think I may have found my home.” All of this was true, but my irritated tone said otherwise.
I watched the tiniest bit of sadness cloud her eyes before her face lit up and she clinked her glass with mine. “To new everything.”
I was so tired from traveling that the beer was making me feel extra lethargic, but my desire and need for her was buzzing under my skin. I couldn’t help but take her hand on our walk to our temporary arrangements. She let me this time.
Myra took me into her arms once we were inside the miniscule studio and kissed me delicately. My eagerness for her was overpowering. I wasn’t interested in soft or slow anything. I straddled her leg, pressing myself against her thigh as I slid my hands over her chest and down between her legs.
She took off her sweater revealing her small but bouncy breasts. I unzipped my hoodie, removing my tank top and bra, our kissing resuming as we tumbled on to the bed. We shoved our hands into each other’s jeans, me under her underwear, and her over mine. I liked the feeling of silk against my clit and she was into skin to skin contact.
We locked eyes as we finger fucked each other. How would I ever stop wanting more from her?
Before I could go anywhere with that thought, she was kissing me again, licking and biting my lips as she took her hand from my cunt and pushed her wet fingers into my mouth. I sucked myself off of her and she rubbed my nipples with her wet fingers.
I pulled my jeans and underwear off then went after hers, laughing at her always wearing the skinny ones that required extra yanking.
She spanked my ass and I whispered “Again” in her ear. She did it harder and I whispered “Again.” She kept going after I stopped requesting. I trapped her nipple between my teeth and pushed my fingers into her open pussy. She grabbed and clawed at my ass and back, the stinging of my skin burning with a heightened state of pleasure.
I bent down to put my mouth on her, my fingers still inside her juicy little self. I licked her inner and outer lips as she squirmed against me. I swirled my tongue over and around her clit.
“Sit on my face.” I heard her say and I rearranged myself, removing my fingers and situating my pussy over her mouth, the warmth of her breath and tongue on my skin feeling like heaven. I held her thighs and dragged my tongue over her crevice while I moved back and forth against her mouth, her tongue pushing inside of me.
Myra came first and it wasn’t long before I followed. I climbed off of her and we tangled together, delivering wet kisses and timid smiles. I felt so exposed after coming. It was being witnessed in that moment of losing control, my voice high pitched and loud for her and anyone sharing a wall with us could hear that made it hard to make eye contact.
“I wish I could have you forever.” she said, drawing a line with her fingertip down the length of my arm.
“You do have me forever.”