New life, new beginnings and new love -01

There was a Logical Order of Things. Girl meets Girl; Girls follow Lesbian Romance/Sexcapade Script; Typical Lines are said in Typical Roles, all leading to the Typical Ending. And she was so. Fucking. Tired of it.

She rinsed her hair and splashed the hot water over her face, washing the suds out of her eyes. When she opened them, she stared down at her razor on the side of the tub. And thus began The Great Dilemma.

She pursed her lips and let the two warring sides of reason go at it within her skull.

“You should always shave — you never know, Zoe. She said she moved slowly, but what if things take an unexpected turn?”

“Girl, don’t you even bother. It’s just now hitting spring, and you’ve got a winter coat going. If you start shaving, you’ll be in here for another five hours.”

“Oh for God’s sake, it’s not that bad. What’s fifteen minutes of your time? Just to be safe?”

“You’re forgetting the laziness factor. That fifteen minutes spent shaving your legs and bikini line could be spent standing here under the nice, hot water, doing nothing.”

With that last argument, the debate was over. Zoe left the razor sitting where it was, and rubbed the muscles of her neck beneath the shower spray. There was another reason for the decision to not shave: she didn’t want to admit that she hoped this date turned into Something More. Not just Something More for Tonight, not Something More with an Orgasm. Just… something more than the ridiculous attempts at love and lust and longing that she’d engaged in for so very long.

She toweled off and dressed quickly. A pair of levi’s, a lacy bra, a zip-up gray sweat jacket. She stood in the mirror for a good five minutes, figuring out the perfect amount to leave the jacket unzipped and still look casual. Zoe was just slipping her feet into her sandals when the doorbell rang.

“Right on time,” Zoe smiled as she opened the door onto Lucy’s small, toned frame. The woman stood just under 5’5”, and couldn’t have weighed more than a buck ten with two rocks in her pocket. Her smile beamed across her elfish face.

“Are you ready?”

Zoe smiled, and locked the door behind them. She felt… nervous. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt nervous around another woman.

Her eyes were glued to Lucy’s ass as she followed the older woman to her car. God, she loved Lucy’s body. It didn’t even make her self-conscious of her own, which was a strange thing for Zoe. She had never gotten used to the fact that she had more hips and breasts than she was comfortable with, and dating women who were smaller than she was always made her feel enormous. Not with this one, though, she mused as she opened the passenger door to Lucy’s car.

She was buckling her seat belt when she realized Lucy’s eyes were on her. She looked up slowly into two aquamarine seas. “You know, I’m not taking you home tonight.”

“Oh no?”

Lucy smiled and started the car, as Zoe’s stomach flipped over twice and shot butterflies through her veins. Had she been serious?

The meeting that night was at the same episcopal church that the morning meeting was held in, and Lucy parked the car across the street. As they strode towards the church, with Zoe a few steps in front, Lucy suddenly leaned close and whispered in Zoe’s ear,

“So…if a woman was to casually reach over and pull down on that zipper of your jacket…. What exactly would she find?”

Zoe blushed and she shyly looked down at the ground as Lucy walked around and fell into step beside her. “Probably nothing she’d want to see,” Zoe whispered. WHAT?!?! Her voice screamed in her head. WHAT?!?! SINCE WHEN DO YOU ACT THIS WAY DURING THE FLIRTING STAGE?!? HAVE YOU NO SELF-RESPECT?!?

Lucy said nothing, and they walked inside the church to sit down. The evening sun was filtering through the windows, dappling the wood floor and the smiling faces of Those Who Should Have Died Years Ago, shaking hands and exchanging hugs. Lucy touched Zoe’s arm and the younger woman looked at her. Their eyes met, and that same sensation that Zoe had experienced the first time they had looked at each other — that strange, rippling wave of electric heat and sweet serenity — washed over her spirit and caused her breath to catch in her throat. Their eyes held the moment.

“I completely forgot what I was going to say,” Lucy whispered with a breathless smile.

For a moment, the look lingered. And then the meeting began. Lucy faced forward, and the two women tried their damndest to concentrate. But every few moments, their eyes would meet. And breathless became electric became satin became want became peace.

Peace. That, above all else, was what Zoe felt when she was around Lucy. Everything was natural, easy. In fact, it was a little too natural. When they had spent the previous day together, there had been so many moments that Zoe had caught herself reaching up to lightly stroke the back of Lucy’s neck or brush the hair away from her face; the sort of absent-mindedly tender gestures of lovers, of partners, of years-upon-years-building-comfort-and-trust. Not the touch of a new acquaintance; a friend, or possibly more. Not any touch that Zoe had a right to share with the woman.

And it was more than just these moments of automatic, natural tenderness; when Lucy spoke, Zoe sat in rapt attention. She found Lucy absolutely intriguing; a brilliant sense of humor, and an amazing mind. And when she thought about it, Stella was absolutely right; Lucy was far more fragile than she liked to let on. Which made her not only human… but soft. There was a softness to her voice, to her eyes. A gentility not immediately noticed.

Though Zoe had talked very little during that day, it was not for lack of trying on Lucy’s part. Zoe had simply been too nervous to speak. Her mind had been blank. On the ride back to Zoe’s house, she had apologized for this, but Lucy dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “You have nothing to apologize for, Zoe.