one night stand episode 4

Ari cracked a smile. I felt good about that, even though I do not believe that my intention was to make her smile. I was being honest. I had never seen a woman as attractive as Ari was. Attractiveness was a subjective thing, and I found her incredibly attractive. It was confusing to me. Her skin was the colour of cinnamon sugar, and it was clear and undeniably soft as far as the eye cold judge. Her plump bottom lip was a pale pink, while her upper lip was a deeper shade that faded into the cinnamon – the same shade as the skin of her eyelids. In contrast to these delicate features, her brows rose like hoods over her eyes, her nose was strong and prominent and she had a hard jawline. Somehow, it all worked together to perfect effect.

She caught me checking her out and she held my gaze. It made me slightly uncomfortable, and I felt compelled to say something - anything. “You were hitting on me back at the gas station, weren’t you?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you were.”

Ari shrugged but we did not break eye-contact. “What does it matter? You weren’t into it.”

“That’s only because……..I’m straight.” I said in my defence. The inflection at the end made it seem like I was asking a question instead of making a clear statement of fact. And then again, for no apparent reason I said, “At least I was sure about that half an hour ago.” I saw the mischievous sparkle in her eyes as I said that. Something in her came alive in that moment. She made me really nervous and I became aware of an expanding ball of warmth underneath my diaphragm as she smiled at me. What was that?

I stared at her hands. Her fingers were long and slender, but her hands were much larger than one would expect a girl’s hands to be. My eyes travelled up to her square shoulders and across to her chest – there wasn’t much going on there and I started to wonder if she had breasts at all. In response to my silent musings her nipples hardened, revealing the exact position of her modest tits. And from the imprint on her sweater, her nipples were thick. My cheeks went red and I quickly averted my eyes. I heard her laugh softly, “It’s okay, I’m used to it” she said, “I spark off curiosity. It’s just the way it has always been.”

“I’m sorry.” I said regardless, “I didn’t mean to stare.” She was so beautiful I wanted to cry. I wanted to melt and sizzle, like butter in a pan, under her smouldering gaze. Why did I want to do that? Ari was the type of girl who would have made any straight girl question every single choice she had made – in love and in life. I had never felt like that before. Sure, we all had our remote crushes and sometimes we would swear by them, but I had never before contemplated an orgasm just looking at another person across a table at a diner; much less another woman. I took the courage to look Ari straight in the eye, “I am about to do something I have never done before” I said leaning over the table towards her, “Will you come back with me to my place?”

She met my eyes and I did not look away. “Yes” she said. I slowly expelled the breath I had no idea I had been holding, “That was……..easy” I said. I wasn’t disappointed, just a little surprised. “And a little reckless too. I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

Ari shrugged. “I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

“Touché.”

“Do you still want me?” she dared me to say no to the raw emotion in her eyes in that moment.

I could not.

“Yes” I said, “Yes, I really do.”

“Then let’s go.”



I am about to describe the best sex of my life. Back in my apartment, it started with a kiss (as it does so often). As soon as I closed the front door behind us and started to slide off my leather jacket, Ari was on me. Her hands were on my waist and I backtracked towards the sofa, falling into it. She was instantly beside me. We sat side by side, and then her hand was on my thigh. She stroked me gently and gave me a look that made my clit dance. I felt entranced as my face gravitated towards hers. With her other hand, she cradled my chin and touched her lips to mine – light and soft. It was like a tiny drop of water on parched land: I soaked it all up in an instant and I wanted more.

She gave it to me. Her tongue touched mine and it was E-lectric! I couldn’t stop myself. I straddled her and grabbed her face between both my hands as I nibbled on her lower lip and we deepened the kiss. Her hands were roaming around my posterior; mine went into her hair, discarding the beanie and freeing a mess of faux locs that came cascading over her right shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful” I breathed into her left ear. And she smelled so…… damn……good. Her arms encircled my torso and pulled me closer to her until there was no inch of space between us; only squished layers of clothing. Her face went into my bosoms as I grinded my pelvis up against her. Shi-t, my body was on fire! She lifted me slightly and laid me back on the sofa. I locked my legs around her waist so that she could get away. I wanted her close. She propped herself up to look at me and it seemed like she was seeing me for the first time. She stoked the side of my face, “So are you, Marlee.”

My name on those lips…..it gave me a tingle. She smiled as though she knew the effect she had on me. She went for the closure of my jeans, and I helped her peel off the trousers and my panties. That was a little bit of a worry for me because……..well……since I hadn’t been getting any action lately, I had allowed my pubes to sprout uninhibited for two weeks. It was a stubble, not a full-blown bush; but since I was most comfortable completely bald, I had a moment there where I thought she might judge me. But there was nothing in Ari’s expression that suggested she might be put off. Her face was inches from me, and I didn’t realize how bereft I felt until she touched her lips to my vulva and pushed her tongue against my clit.