Carol and Therese (1)
Shivering in the cold night air that came in through the open window, Carol pulled her black jacket tighter around her. She extinguished the cigarette that had tempted her to leave the warm bed behind her. Getting up, she walked to the door of the bathroom, then turned briefly. In the dim light of the bedroom she could just discern the sleeping body of Therese, lying on her stomach, her head resting on her outstretched arms. Carol smiled, warmed by the memory of their lovemaking earlier that night.
It had not been easy to extricate themselves from the crowd that had gathered at the gallery. The constant flow of friends, colleagues and strangers eager to congratulate her on her first show, made it almost impossible for Therese to pay any attention to Carol. Carol didn’t mind. She was excited to see her young lover in her own setting for the first time and happy to be part of the warmth and praise that surrounded her. She had briefly spoken with Fred Wilson, who was clearly surprised to meet her at the opening but had been courteous enough not to probe further, even though he must have seen her passionately kissing his employee.
In the end it was Dannie who succeeded in freeing Therese from a group of enthusiastic young women, who tried to persuade her to join their collective of female press photographers. Unceremoniously taking Therese’s arm he steered her away to a corner where Carol already stood waiting, holding both of their coats.
“Miss Belivet, it’s time you start to pay some attention to your guest, who has come all the way from Utaaaah, …” His attempt to talk with what turned out to be a southern accent was not too convincing.
Laughing, Carol shook her head.
“Let’s go, Therese, before I start kicking your charming Yankee friend here.” Her accent was convincing, of course.
Outside, Therese had hailed a taxi and they had sat close on the backseat, quietly holding hands, intensely enjoying each other’s nearness. Once inside Therese’s apartment, they hadn’t made it to the bedroom. They hadn’t even made it to the couch in the living room. After she closed the door, Therese had pulled Carol against her, her body consumed by a hunger that was matched by the passion with which the tall, blond woman sought her lips. Their kiss was fierce, all consuming. Clumsily, Carol shrugged out of her long coat. She threw it on the hardwood floor of the hallway and pulling Therese with her she lay down on it.
“Come here …”
Face down, Therese landed on Carol’s body and she used this advantage to grab her wrists, bringing them above her head and pinning them firmly to the floor.
“I think it is time that I should take advantage of you …” Therese’s voice was hoarse, filled with want.
Carol groaned, remembering how, only a month ago, she had startled Therese under the shower at the guesthouse.
“I apologized for that …”
Straddling Carol, her dress riding high on her now exposed thighs, Therese continued her grip on her lover’s wrists, but now with only a surprisingly strong left hand. With her other hand she reached down, until she found the belt of Carol’s black trousers.
“I was not convinced …”
With one swift movement Therese loosened the buckle of the fine leather belt. Then she opened the knot of Carol’s pants and unzipped them.
“Look at me Carol …”
The clear blue met the emerald green. Carol’s look was defiant, challenging Therese to just take what she craved for. Therese’s narrowed eyes were filled with lust. Having Carol in this vulnerable position was intoxicating and without hesitation she moved her hand into Carol’s underwear, where her fingers found the wetness that encouraged her to directly enter her.
Carol moaned and Therese felt how she raised her hips, her inner walls contracting around her curved finger. Carol closed her eyes.
“More …”, she whispered and Therese eagerly added one, then two fingers, making Carol cry out.
Mesmerized, Therese watched as Carol tensed and was taken over by a shuddering orgasm. She had never been so aggressive, so demanding when making love. Carol aroused her in a way that felt both exhilarating and frightening. She let go of Carol’s wrists and with her now free arm she pulled her against her, using her body to soothe the trembling woman in her arms. It was only after Carol regained her normal breathing, that she gently slid out her fingers. She felt Carol relax, but was also acutely aware of her own, lingering arousal. She brought her mouth to Carol’s and kissed her. Then Carol pulled back, taking her hand, caressing it.
“My angel…” She smiled. “My not so gentle angel…”
Looking into Therese’s eyes she saw the bare need that the younger woman could no longer disguise. Therese blinked, then swallowed.
“Carol …”
With her right hand Carol cupped Therese’s face, bringing it nearer until she could kiss her. Her mouth against Therese’s swollen lips she whispered:
“Take off your dress.”
Trembling, Therese got up, her hand seeking the wall to give her some stability. Smiling, Carol also got up and positioned herself in front of the smaller woman.
“Let me help you.”
She reached behind Therese’s back, searching for the small buttons that closed the dress.
“Turn around.”
Obediently, Therese turned her face to the wall, exposing her back to Carol who slowly freed the buttons from the little loops that secured them. After every button that came loose, Carol kissed the uncovered skin, making Therese shiver. Their roles were reversed now, she realised and lowering her head she put her palms against the wall to steady herself for what she knew would invariably be coming now: Carol confidently caressing her, marking her, taking possession of her entire body until she would come in her hands, undone and totally hers.