Who Needs a Guy - Lisa Ch. 04

The members of the symphony were pretty stable. I mean it seemed like once a person was accepted into the group they stayed. I learned that some had been playing for over 13 years. So, it was a complete surprise following our recent performance as we gathered for our first rehearsal when Maestro Skyler announced to the group that Mrs. Livingston, a lady in the woodwind section who played the oboe, was retiring after 15 years and that our next performance would be her last.

It had been agreed that she would play a solo at the end of the performance right after Maestro announced to the crowd her retirement and that this would be her last performance.

I knew of her, just was never introduced. I mean she had to be in her 70's and me almost a third of her age, and playing in a different section of the orchestra we really had nothing in common. But, I could tell from the rest of the ladies around that she was well-liked and respected.

It was tear-jerking. I didn't know the name of the piece that she played, but it was beautiful. I could tell that she poured her heart into it and was barely holding it together as were the rest of the woodwind musicians.

Time went on with an empty chair in the woodwind section. The rehearsal following our next performance, I noticed a bit of a commotion in the woodwind section by the older ladies. As they parted, I saw the reason... a new and young face. From where I was sitting she appeared to be around my age, but it was hard to tell given the distance and the lighting.

Rehearsal went fine, as it always did with the usual adjustments for the upcoming arrangements, as everyone got used to the new music. As I gathered my stuff, I cast a gaze over toward the new girl. The ladies were all over her. Hands brushing up and down her arms and back. One of the ladies tucked a wayward lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. I had to grin... welcome to the world of 'handsy older ladies' new girl.

I was halfway to my car when the 'new girl' caught up with me from behind, with an out-of-breath "Hi".

Turning, I saw a dark blonde with hazel eyes, a genuine smile, and a cute face with a kind of a 'girl next door' look. She was about my size, maybe a bit bigger, but then most girls are. She was dressed in mid-thigh shorts and a casual loose white blouse with her hair up in a ponytail tied with a yellow bow.

"Hi yourself," I know that I also had a bright smile.

"I'm Wendy," as she extended her hand which I readily took into mine. That first touch seemed to transmit a warm personality. I've only felt that one other time.

"Nice to meet you Wendy. I'm Alice. I see you finally escaped the ladies."

"Oh god, yes. Are they always so touchy-feely?"

"Well, my first few rehearsals, the violin ladies were a bit, but since then they've backed off."

"I mean, it's not like it creeped me out or anything. It just took me by surprise."

I gave a quick chuckle.

"Give it some time. I'm sure that it'll go away. I think that they just like the novelty of a young girl in the group that probably reminds them of their daughters at some point in their life. Anyway, that's what I kept telling myself."

"I saw you at the last performance, right after Maestro had accepted me to join the symphony. I had never been to a performance, because... well, I just didn't have the extra money to afford a ticket. So, after Maestro asked during my interview if I had ever attended, and I told him the reason, he gave me a couple of tickets. My eyes were immediately drawn to you, as you were the youngest, and seemed to be around my age."

This whole conversation was happening right next to my car and I wanted to get to know this girl. If for no other reason, than to just have a real friend in the group of older ladies.

"Wendy, do you have any place you need to be? I mean, I was just thinking that instead of getting to know each other out here in the parking lot, maybe we could go somewhere and have a glass of wine, or coffee? And we could just chat."

With a bright smile, "I'd love that".

So, that's what found us sitting in a dimly lit little bar with a glass of white wine sharing an order of deep-fried cheese curds.

"This is nice and cozy. I never would have found it. It's kind of tucked away from everything."

"Yeah, I kind of stumbled upon it a few weeks ago. Some nights they have amateur night. People sing, some play a variety of instruments, and a few even try to tell jokes. Some are pretty good."

"Have you ever got up and played?"

"No. I kind of figured that since I'm getting paid, as little as it is, that I'm not an amateur anymore."

We chatted. Wendy had such a soothing voice that was soft and tender.

She grew up in a small farming community about an hour away and just recently moved to where she's living. She said that she was tired of the small-town stuff and wanted to experience a bigger city. So in all reality, I was her first friend. The more she talked about growing up the more I liked her. She was reserved and kind of quiet. I guess like me.

I thought it was pretty funny... first Lisa and now Wendy coming from small farming communities. Maybe I'll tell her about Lisa later. Well, maybe not everything.

Wendy lived in a one-bedroom apartment that was about 15 minutes from here. That put her about 25 minutes from where I lived. She worked in a husband-wife dentist's office with four dental hygienists. She handled appointments, billings, and insurance paperwork. Wendy grinned when she said that got her teeth cleaned for free.

We both shared how we wound up here. Like so many things it was through a friend of a friend and finally to a person who attended the performances quite frequently. It was he who suggested that Wendy would be an excellent candidate for the empty oboe chair to Maestro.

We both got tears as I shared the story about my grandfather. Teaching me and playing for him on those bad days, and finally playing at his funeral.

Wendy shared how she had found her passion for the oboe.

It also started in grade school. The grade school held an assembly in the gymnasium that featured the high school band. During the assembly members from each instrument played a brief solo: flute, clarinet, saxophone, and finally the oboe. That was when Wendy fell in love with the soothing, and relaxing sound.

Her parents found a used oboe at a garage sale.

The first few days Wendy just explored the sounds that were made as she manipulated the numerous keys. Soon, and without any prior music experience, she was putting together notes forming little tunes strictly from her head. And then into songs. Her parents knew that she had a special talent. A gift.

Even though her parents weren't that well off, they somehow managed to arrange for some private lessons, even at that early age. In High school, she immediately achieved 'first chair' in the oboe section. The only freshman ever to have attained that coveted spot.

She caught the attention of a retired oboe musician, who took her under her wing and developed Wendy's talent, bringing out the hidden emotional side of her playing. Telling her parents that Wendy had a gift and that it would be her pleasure to spend time with her at no cost to them.

The mentoring continued until a number of months ago when her health began to fade until she passed away. And just like with my grandfather, she played at her funeral. That brought tears. This time, it was me who reached across the table for her hand to comfort her. I was rewarded with a warm smile.

Wendy wasn't into high school sports, for the same reason that I wasn't.... Not 'athletically talented'. It saddened me when she said that she was so uncoordinated that whenever teams were picked, she was always the last one picked.

She also hated PE showers. As I told her my story she just reached across the table and took my hand into hers and with the warmest smile, "I totally know how you felt. That must have been hard."

The touch of her hand to mine sent a wave of genuine warmth and caring. In this short amount of time, she was growing on me. Can something like that happen so quickly? But then I remembered the first few moments after meeting Lisa and sitting and sharing her fries with me.

So, it became a regular thing that after each rehearsal and performance that we wound here and sitting across the table from each other. Our talks were becoming more personal. We were a lot alike. Like me, she always preferred to stand in the corner rather than be out with others. Her oboe became her world.

She didn't have a boyfriend. And then with a cute smile, "Or a girlfriend."

I had to grin. I know that she was just being cute, and didn't mean anything by it. Still.

I told her about my friends Lisa and Vickie. Well, not the complete story. Wendy thought it was so wonderful that I was able to reconnect with my freshman roommate.

Time went on and we kept meeting at the little bar. I didn't know if Wendy wanted to get together for like a day-thing or not. I looked forward to each of our get-togethers and I knew that she was too. At the start of each rehearsal, our eyes would find each other in the crowd of musicians and we'd each send a warm smile, that wordlessly said, 'Hi. At times I saw the older ladies watching our wordless exchanges and smiled.

Then fate entered the picture.

The apartment bulletin board next to my mailbox suddenly had a new flier about an outdoor concert a couple of towns over featuring their city orchestra the coming weekend. Admission was whatever donation you felt like giving. Just bring your own lawn chairs and refreshments. Perfect.

Wendy was excited when I told her about it. And then when I asked, "Want to go... together?". I was blinded by the smile as she reached across the table, took my hands into hers, and said, "Yes... I'd love to go there with you."

It was a nice warm and comfortable day with just a bit of an overcast. When Wendy opened her door I was once again blinded by her smile. She wore a loose light blue tank top. The pair of white shorts came about mid-thigh showcasing her smooth legs. The whole outfit made her look like a little pixie. Kind of reminded me of my other pixie friend.

I was dressed about the same. I could have worn an elastic tube top but I figured being in the sun all day my little boobs would really like some air flow instead of being all scrunched up.

The concert setup was pretty nice. It was almost like a bowl. The orchestra was at the bottom and was surrounded by gentle grassy hills on three sides. We got there early enough for a spot directing in front about 100 feet away. As we were getting situated, we were each leaning over adjusting our chairs and getting comfortable.

Suddenly, and at the same time, we looked over and down each other's billowing open top. We froze. Wendy's little breasts were like two miniature cupcakes topped off by light pink nipples. I felt my face flush in my embarrassment.

Gathering my composer.

"Sorry Wendy."

"Alice, there's nothing to be sorry about. Their just boobs. And we're just a pair of girls."

I could have added, 'Well in your case they're more than 'just boobs'. In your case, they're cute little breasts with nice pink nipples'.

Fortunately, my brain clicked in before my mouth did. Still, I blushed at her carefree attitude. Once again, she reminded me of my other pixie friend. This girl was growing on me and her casual attitude told me that the same thing was happening to her.

Even with the slight overcast, we knew that our shoulders and upper backs needed some sunblock.

"Alice, would it be weird for me to ask you to put some sunblock on my exposed back and shoulders? As you can probably tell, I don't get out in the sun very much and don't want to burn."

"Not at all. I was going to ask you the same thing."

It was the first time that I had touched her skin. It felt wonderful under my hands. I tried to make sure that it didn't come across as anything sexual. Still, it was electrifying. When her hands covered my shoulders and back with the lotion, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. There had only been one other person who could radiate her warm personality through her hands to my skin. As an invisible bond and sub-conscience bonding was forming.

The concert was wonderful. They played a variety of music. From classic to some current-day pieces. The ages were all pretty much in their fifties and older, with a few women, who looked to be in their late 30s.

The performance ended mid-afternoon. By the time we got through the traffic and back to Wendy's apartment, it was close to 5:00. We were tired, hungry, and needed a shower. Wendy invited me in and we ordered a pizza. It was the first time that I had been in her apartment. It was cute and had her personality.

"I hope that you don't mind, but I Have to take a shower."

"No problem. Go ahead. It's your place."

"If you want, you could use the shower when I'm done. Since we're about the same size, I could find you something clean to wear."

"That would be nice, and much appreciated. I really didn't want to put these back on after getting clean. Again, thanks."

Wendy flashed me a cute smile before heading to the shower.

Five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body with the end tucked between her little breasts and the bottom just above mid-thigh. It wasn't sexual... far from it. It was just Wendy being relaxed and casual. And I felt good that she felt so comfortable around me.

Wendy had a nice collection of nice-smelling soaps and body washes.

The shower felt good to get the sunblock off my shoulders and back and the sweaty grime from the rest of my body. Although reaching around to get my back was a bit of a stretch. By the time I came out with my own towel, the aroma of the pepperoni pizza made my stomach growl. Wendy had changed into another tank top and shorts and was holding up another tank top, shorts, and bikini panties.

"How's this?"

"That'll work. Thank you. That pizza smells delicious. What do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it. You can buy me a couple of wines this week," she grinned.

The pizza was wonderful. The red wine was delicious and the company was enjoyable and relaxed.

As we finished and cleaned up, we settled on her couch. As usual, the conversation centered on our music.

"Wendy, play something for me. Something that you enjoy."

That brought a bright smile.

Watching Wendy prepare was like watching a slow and loving dance. The way that she handled the instrument as she assembled the pieces was like she was handling a religious artifact.

I had never seen an oboe up close. I mean in the symphony our sections were separated by some distance. Plus, I needed to concentrate on what we were playing so I couldn't see the intricacies.

It was a complicated-looking instrument. Much more complicated than a flute or a clarinet, and way more complicated than a violin with keys, tone holes, octave keys, and things called 'bridge keys'.

Closing her eyes, I watched as she transported herself into her own little world. I had never heard an oboe all by itself. The tone was so soft and gentle, almost hypnotic.

She played, 'Dust in the Wind', by Kansas. It was beautiful. So gentle and filled with emotion. Now I know why she had been accepted into the symphony.

"That was beautiful Wendy."

A warm and appreciative smile, "Thank you. It's been a while since I've played for just one other person.

She played a couple more modern-day classics and ended with Whitney Houston's 'I will always Love You.' That brought tears from both of us.

It was getting late. Standing, my head was swimming. I guess being out in the sun all afternoon, the pizza, and the wine had snuck up on me. I didn't feel comfortable driving back to my apartment, even though it was an easy 25-minute drive and at this hour traffic would probably be light. Still, I hoped that I wasn't going to be an inconvenience.

"Wendy, I'm kind of embarrassed. I usually don't drink that much, and I didn't think that I had, but the wine has kind of gone to my head. I could drive home, but I'm not comfortable. Would it be..."

That was as far as it got as she came over and sat next to me and caringly touched my arm.

"Alice, you are more than welcome to sleep here tonight. And there's no need to be embarrassed. It's happened to me. It kind of sneaks up on you. Besides, the couch is pretty comfortable. Let me get you a night-shirt, blanket, and a pillow."

"Thanks."

"No thanks are needed. It's what friends do for friends."

Then she surprised me as she leaned over, kissed my cheek, and turned to get the blanket and a pillow.

So, that was that. The couch was pretty comfortable, however it took me a bit to fall asleep. Thoughts about that lovely girl in the next room kept entering my head. She was such a lovely girl so sweet and innocent. And, yes, I'll say it, 'so cute and sexy'.

My bladder woke me just as it was getting light. Standing and making my way to her bathroom, my head was kind of fuzzy but it wasn't like I had a hangover or anything. That would go away in a bit if I could catch a bit more sleep and then some coffee later.

I came out of my sleep to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Looking over into the kitchen, Wendy was standing with her back to me reaching for something on the top shelf of her cupboard. The nightshirt had risen up above the top of her little panties, showcasing her firm little butt. And what a nice little butt it was. I reminded me of one other cute little butt that I had enjoyed having my hands on.

I pretended to be asleep so that I wouldn't embarrass her at my staring. But I couldn't help watching through half-closed eyes. Between seeing her boobs yesterday and now her panty-covered butt she was quite a sexy woman. I needed to reign in all of these thoughts. She's a nice girl and my friend. I didn't want to betray her trust. But there was definitely something growing between us. It felt wonderful. I wonder if she felt it. Patience.

As she busied herself, I stood, stretched, and joined her in the kitchen.

"mmm the coffee smells wonderful."

Handing me a cup, "How you doing?"

"Better than I thought."

"How does some scrambled eggs and toast sound?"

"Like heaven."

The scrambled eggs and toast hit the spot. We lounged around the rest of the morning still dressed in our nightshirts and panties. Wendy's nipples were poking through the material, as I was sure that mine were too.

As I got ready to leave, Wendy gave me a warm friendly hug.

"Thanks for spending the night. I would have worried about you. Plus, it was nice to wake with another body sharing my apartment and not waking to an empty room. I've never had a girl sleepover. You can spend the night whenever you want."

"Thanks. I'll have to have you over to my humble abode."

Grinning, "I'd like that".

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Time went on. Rehearsals, performances, weekends together doing whatever we could find to do together. Sometimes it was as simple as going to a 'Famer's Market' for some fresh produce for a salad and then back to either of our apartments for our dinners. As we strolled through the 'Farmers' Market' our hands would brush against each others at times. Each time was met with little smiles.

I did play for her following a dinner of broiled sea bass, wild rice, a fresh green salad, and some Pino Grigio. We were both openly weeping at the end of my two favorites.

"Oh my Alice. I've never heard such emotion. You are a truly talented musician. The Symphony is lucky to have you."

Wendy spent the night on my couch. As I lay in my bed, those thoughts and feelings about the girl in the next room once again, ran through my head. Did she share the same thoughts and feelings about me? We seemed to fit together on a personal level pretty well. Anyway, I thought so. And our times together I sensed a growing closeness. What was going through her head? I didn't have a lot of experience in this area. With Lisa, it just seemed to happen, and it was Lisa who kind of led me to discover a side of me that I didn't know existed. Did Wendy want to be more than just girl friends?

In the end, I just decided not to overthink this and just life play itself out in the direction that perhaps it was meant to be.

One of the things that we enjoyed was taking slow walks along the many paved trails through the local forest preserve. It was fun. It was peaceful. Many times we just walked in silence appreciating the growing closeness. At times we saw a deer or an eagle soaring overhead.

It was on one of these walks that our lives changed and the answers to the questions in my mind were answered.

It was a nice sunny day in the low 80s with low humidity and a gentle breeze. We were each dressed in our usual casual manner... tank tops and shorts. We were crossing a small wooden bridge that spanned a gentle flowing stream. The sounds of the bubbling water and the wind through the trees filled the quietness.

Wendy had been unusually quiet, as we walked along a path in the quiet and shade of the trees. At one point, she stopped about halfway across the bridge, leaned back against the railing, and looked directly into my eyes. It was a look that I hadn't seen from her before. It was kind of like, there was something on her mind and it had a look like she had been pondering it for a while.

Resting her arms on my shoulders as I held her hips in my hands.

"Alice, can I ask you something?"

Her voice was soft and a bit hesitant.

"I think that we know each other well enough that you can ask me anything."

That brought the smile that I had come to love and adore.

"You're my only friend... a really really close friend. I've never had a really close girl friend. Girl friends... yes, but not a close girlfriend. It's funny how our paths crossed. How things happened a while back. Things totally out of our control to bring us together. I've never met anyone like you. I'm a lucky girl."

I had no clue where this was going.

"I'm lucky too. I never dreamed of meeting a girl like you. I mean, look at the makeup of the symphony. We're the youngest ones there. And looking at that symphony we watched a few weeks ago, there were no young women there either. It seems like young girls playing in symphonies is pretty rare. Music was all that I had in my life, until I met you."

It was quiet for a few moments, as I could see her pondering her still unasked question.

"Do you believe in fate... destiny?"

I just looked into her eyes. Those eyes that were the portals to her soul, as I pondered that deep question.

"I guess I never really thought about it."

"I never did either until a few weeks ago. That's when all of this stuff kind of bubbled to the surface. You and me.

"I asked you a few minutes ago, if I could ask you something. And if you're uncomfortable with my question just let me know. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Looking down for a moment before raising her head and looking at me with warm and tender eyes. Eyes that were so loving.

"Alice, have you... have you ever kissed a girl?"

I tried to not look surprised or anything. Instead, I knew that I had a warm smile as I ran the back of my hand over her cheek and looked into her hazel eyes, which by now had turned a warm shade of green.

"Yes. And no, I'm not uncomfortable answering your question. Can I ask where that came from?"

"I don't know. I've been feeling something whenever we're together. And now, out here alone in the quiet. It's just something that I've never felt from anyone. I mean like I said, I've had girl friends in school. We did stuff together... girl stuff. Had fun. But experiencing a connection with them was something that never entered the picture. Maybe because we were too young. Maybe thoughts of being attracted to another girl were so foreign that they never entered our minds. I've never felt the type of connection that I feel with you. And, it's not that it just happened. It's been there for a while, almost since our first meeting and sitting across from you at that little bar. I just didn't know how you felt and was afraid to bring it up. Afraid that if you weren't feeling the same, that you'd be scared off. I don't want to do anything... and I do mean ANYTHING that would ruin what we have. I've never felt like what I'm feeling right now for another person."

Wendy went quiet as if letting me absorb everything that she had just opened up and poured her heart out to me. She was a brave girl. Braver than me... a lot braver than me. She was putting herself out there. So open... so vulnerable... so trusting.

"Wendy, I can say the same thing... I've never felt like what I'm feeling right now. I've seen it with my girlfriends, but I've never felt it, until I met you."

"So, Alice... what was it like? Had you ever kissed a boy before?"

I know that I had a smile, "No, I've never kissed a boy. Boys weren't interested in me. I don't know why. Well, that's not totally true. Maybe a lack of a figure. Maybe because I never showed any interest. I had my own little world of my violin. It's where I felt the most comfortable and secure. The world outside my little world scared me. It's the world that I would escape into whenever I had a bad day."

Wendy gave me a warm smile, "Sounds like me.

"So, what was it like? Kissing a girl."

I know that I had a dreamy look on my face as I recalled my first kiss with Lisa.

"She was my roommate, my freshman year in college. Her name was Lisa. I remember that because you'll always remember your first kiss. She had never kissed a girl either. It was nice. It just kind of happened on its own. It was slow and tender. Never rushed. We took our time enjoying each other. The way her lips felt against mine."

"Is she the one that you still stay in touch with?"

I wasn't sure where this was going, and felt a touch of insecurity on her side. Maybe it was just my imagination. I felt a simple answer was the best at this point. Maybe later.

"Yes."

"Like I said a while back, that is so cool."

I hoped that was as far as she wanted to go. And with her next question, I knew that it was.

"So, Alice. Would you like to kiss me? If you want to."

I didn't answer her. Words couldn't convey what I felt for this lovely girl. Only my lips.

Cupping her face in my hands and staring through those hazel-green eyes, my lips closed the distance between us. Wendy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled our bodies together for the first time. Breasts to breasts. Mound to mound. Time stopped, as we lost ourselves into each other for our first kiss.

Emotions hit me like a freight train, as my kiss back to Wendy deepened and she gave back as much I was giving to her. My arms were now wrapped around her in a firm embrace. My hands roamed over her back like they had a mind of their own.

This is what I've been looking for. The missing piece in my life. A girl like Wendy who came from out of nowhere and into my world.

Maybe this is what Vickie meant.

"It will sneak up on you and tap you on the shoulder when you least expect it. And when it does, you'll know it. It won't hide because there will be an unspoken connection."

Breaking the kiss, but not the points where our bodies came together.

"Oh god Alice. I've never felt anything like that. It was like more than just our lips kisssing. Our hearts kissed."

Then a flash of an expression of worry crossed her face.

"Alice, don't hurt me. I've never opened my heart to anyone. I've watched my high school girlfriends get their hearts broken over some stupid guy thing. I promised myself that I would never allow that to happen. To allow another person get so close to me. That is until I met you."

Her voice cracking on those last few words.

Tenderly rubbing the back of my hand across her soft cheek and looking into her worried eyes.

"Wendy my dear, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do that. I'm incapable of hurting someone who I care so deeply for. Like you."

"How long have you felt this way about me... about us?"

"Consciecouly, for a while. Subconsciously, probably from the moment our hands touched from across the table that first evening. Do you remember?"

"Yes. And I guess that I can say the same thing."

We were close to her apartment. I knew what I wanted to do with this lovely girl, but I needed to hear it from her.

"What do you want to do?" as I brushed the back of my hand across her soft cheek.

"Before I answer. Can I ask you another question?"

A simple smile as I pressed my lips to hers to wordlessly answer her question.

"Have you ever made love to another woman?"

Again, a simple and truthful answer, "Yes".

I was pretty sure that she knew who the woman was, but let it drop.

"Alice, would you make love to me? Not here, of course. Let's go back to my apartment and see what happens."

The short ride back to her apartment was quiet but relaxed. We each knew where this was going.

In my head, there was a need to be open and honest about Lisa. If this is going where I was hoping it was going, I wanted no secrets. Besides, at some point, I wanted to introduce my new girlfriend and soon-to-be lover to Lisa. But that was going to have to wait for a bit.

Holding hands as we crossed the parking lot in front of Wendy's apartment. We traded smiles. Wendy rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head as that invisible connection deepened.

It was the first time that I had been in her bedroom. It was neat and orderly. The full-sized bed sat along the wall covered with a dainty pink bedspread.

Once again, Wendy rested her arms on my shoulders with my hands on her hips just below the uncovered skin of her bare lower back where her tank top had risen. The look she gave, had no hint of nervousness. Only calm and trust.

"Alice... As you can imagine... I've never done this."

"The important thing is to relax and enjoy. Tell me what you like. Promise me that if anything that I'm doing anything makes you feel uncomfortable, to say something. OK?"

"OK. I promise."

"This is for you."

Then with a playful grin, "Well not totally... I'm going enjoy everything too."

A kiss to her forehead letting her know that I would never hurt her and also a sign of my yet unspoken love for her.

Our foreheads touched and then our lips.

As our lips made love to each other my hands moved up and under her top to roam over the warm and bare skin of her back. She let out a delightful groan as she pressed into me.

I let out an equally delightful groan as Wendy's soft and warm hands traveled up the inside of my top to caress my back.

Breaking the kiss of a moment, Wendy slowly slid the straps of her top off of her shoulders. With a shudder of her shoulders, the top floated to the floor. I was about to undo my own, but Wendy's hands beat me to it.

Our bare chests came together. Soft little breasts and nipples kissing for the first time. The kiss of our lips intensified. The passion between us growing and deepening. We each wanted this more than anything in the world and more.

"Oh god Alice. This feels so good. I never imagined that being in the arms of another woman could feel so natural. Who needs a guy?"

We were still standing next to her bed. I wanted to kiss and taste those beautiful nipples that I caught a glimpse of a while back. Wendy had other ideas.

She sat on the side of her bed and looked up at me past my hard nipples with a playful grin as she began to unbutton my shorts. Moments later my shorts and panties were pooled at my feet as I stood completely naked in front of my best friend for the first time.

Rubbing the back of her hand through my soft blonde curls, "So soft... You're so beautiful Alice."

I was going crazy. I need to get my lover as naked as I was and give her a host of answers to that question, 'Who needs a guy?'.

Wendy laid back and with a playful grin wiggled her hips seductively. Grasping the sides of her shorts and panties, she raised her butt as I slowly pulled them down her hips until the first few strands of her wispy blonde pubic hair appeared. Another little wiggle and everything was at her knees. Resting back on her elbows, she raised her legs up in the air as first, the shorts came off followed by those delicate pink panties.

I had to take a moment to take in my soon-to-be lover's bareness.

Her little breasts, which were no longer, 'just boobs' had slightly flattened against her chest, but her pink nipples sat firm and proud surrounded by quarter-size peach-pink ovals. Nipples that I would be nursing on in a few moments.

The little indentation of her belly button was cute. And then there was that delicate golden fleece of corn silk that decorated the gentle swell of her Mound of Venus.

In a word... beautiful... in more words... 'a picture of innocence, sexuality, and total trust'.

Breaking away from the vision that lay before me I was met with a relaxed and comfortable smile.

"You're beautiful Wendy."

"Thank you. Nobody has ever told me that I'm beautiful. And nobody has ever looked at me like you are. But then, I've never had a woman lover. Besides... you're not too bad looking yourself," she grinned.

Wendy scooted back on her bed and my body immediately covered hers as she wrapped her legs around my hips, locked her heels, and pulled me into her. God, she felt good.

Kissing my way along her extended neck, down the middle of her chest to the wide valley that separated the softness of her breasts was welcomed by gentle purrs and coos. Wendy combed her fingers through my hair. Taking a wide full-tongue lick of her right nipple caused her to squeal at this new experience.

"Oh god Alice. I've never felt anything like that."

Looking up with a playful smile of my own, "Then you're in for a treat, as I'm just getting started. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you."

A grin appeared.

"I love it when you talk to me like that."

Once Wendy's right nipple had been satisfied, it was its twin's turn, which was just as sensitive and responsive. I lost track of the number of 'nipple orgasms' that racked her little body.

But, there was more to cum... so to speak.

The slow journey down her tummy, toward the center of her sexuality, brought soft and gentle sighs. Laying between her open legs my nipples brushed through her soft bush. Dragging each of my engorged nipples through the softness felt wonderful. Almost as wonderful as the feeling of her soft girl-fur against my cheeks.

Wendy opened her legs as an invitation to be as intimate as two lovers could be.

My lips kissed and nibbled on the soft and tender flesh of each of her inner thighs until my lips were at that juncture where her legs met her body. Inhaling. The freshness of her unique aroma filled my lungs. She was going to taste divine.

But first. Taking a moment to once again appreciate the beauty of the masterpiece of the universe... a woman in full bloom. Each inner lip was smooth, thin, and pink as they went from her open flower to join at the top forming that protective hood covering the most sensitive part of her body.

Wendy had been watching me the whole time.

"You OK, Alice?"

"More than OK. You're beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined. I'm going to enjoy tasting you," as I planted a gentle kiss at her opening.

There was a low groan as my tongue did a slow and broad lick from her seeping opening to the apex of her sex, with the tip of my tongue probing bringing her little clit to life.

"Oh god Alice," she groaned as her legs opened to their maximum and her hands went to the back of my head, holding me against her seeping opening.

The more my tongue probed and circled the center of her universe the more animated my lover became. As soon as my two fingers entered her slick tunnel and did the 'come hither' on the second set of pleasure nerves, Wendy cried out as the veins in her neck bulged. She arched her neck and hips as the first wave of euphoric bliss traveled through and wracked her little body. A second wave of pleasure followed and then immediately followed by a third.

Breathlessly, "Alice, come up here... kiss me.... I so need to have you kiss me."

Gone was the tenderness from earlier, this was raw passion as the endorphins flowed through her body.

As she slowed, I had to look. She had a far-off dreamy look that I had never seen before.

"Oh my Alice. You were right. I don't think that I could walk if I had to. And I love tasting myself on your lips."

We rolled so that Wendy could rest her head on my shoulder, her hand cupping my little breast, and her matted fur against my hip.

"You've spoiled me, Alice."

"That was my intent," a kiss to her tousled hair.

Quiet as I could tell that there was something on her mind.

"Alice, can I ask you something?"

"Wendy, at this point there are no secrets. What would you like to ask?"

Raising up and planting a gentle kiss on my lips before returning to relax against my body.

"How long have you known that you liked girls? I mean Really liked girls."

Smiling, as I knew it was time for no secrets.

"I guess it started with my freshman roommate, like I said earlier her name was Lisa. We messed around for a quarter, but not to the extent that we just did. When we came back from spring break, it was back to normal. I think that the previous quarter was kind of an experiment for me that I liked girls but not totally sure and probably a bit scared. Nothing was said, but Lisa knew it and was fine with it, as I think it was the same for her.

"We traded addresses intent on becoming roommates the following year. However, I transferred schools as the Music Center was impressed at how much my skills had advanced, but thought a school with a better music department would help tremendously. We lost touch with each other until a number of months ago when I ran across her home mailing address which I had stuck in my yearbook.

"We got together at her house one weekend with her roommate, who's her girlfriend and soul mate. I guess that was the weekend that cemented everything about who and what I was.

Turning so that I could look at her as I said the word to gauge her reaction. And hoped and prayed that I wouldn't scare her off.

"Yes Wendy, I'm a lesbian. And I'm comfortable with that. That's who I am. I've never been with a guy and have no desire. I'm not even curious what it would be like."

Kissing my lips, and with a kind and knowing smile, "Thank you. Thank you for being open, honest, and trusting. That must have been hard and maybe a bit scary. I know that it would be for me."

"Actually, it wasn't. I feel comfortable with you. And can I say it? I'm more than comfortable. Wendy, I love you. I've never said that to anyone else. Not even to Lisa. I've never experienced a deep and true love.

"The last time that I visited Lisa and her roommate, who by the way is Vickie, I was shown what true love was like. After that weekend, I told myself that it's the kind of love that I wanted. I just didn't know how or where to find it. Then we met, and I knew that the girl who I'd been waiting and looking for had just come into my life."

Settling back down on my shoulder, "It doesn't surprise me. I've had inclinings that you like girls for quite a while. Don't know why. It was just one of those feelings. I didn't press. I figured... I don't know what I figured. I guess I thought that if you were into girls that was your business. But I liked you a lot. I always felt comfortable and relaxed around you. And you never pressed. And for the record, I love you too. Have for quite a while. Just didn't know how or what you were feeling. And I didn't want to pressure or scare you away if you didn't feel the same.

"Oh, I've read stories of aggressive lesbians going out and seducing young innocent girls. Lesbians who wore their sexual preference on their sleeve for the world to see. You didn't. It was like it was a private and personal thing with you."

"It's the same with Lisa and Vickie, who by the way, I can't wait for all of you to meet. They'll love you just like I know that you'll love them.

"Anyway, they're very private about their life choice. Maybe because they live in a small rural conservative town. And with Lisa being a Veterinarian being out in the open could really affect her career."

We settled in for the rest of the afternoon, evening, and well into the night. We showered together. We made love. And yes, Wendy made love to me. It was tender and beautiful. The words 'I love you' passed our lips countless times just like our lips made love to each other's sets of lips.

As we drifted off to our own dreamland, we kissed a good night kiss, and the words, 'Who needs a guy' silently hung in the air. We had each other.

When I woke in the morning with my new lover next to me, who was gloriously naked, I felt a peace that I never knew existed. The part of my life that was missing was lying right next to me where she belonged. We would sort out all the details of the rest of our lives later. Right now it just felt so good... So right.... So alive.

My mind wandered. First to the forces in the universe that so many years ago brought Lisa into my life and the discovery of who and what I am. I firmly believe that if I had had a different roommate that first year, that none of this would be as it is right now.

I wanted to believe that it was through the guiding hand of my grandfather that Wendy was brought into my life. Love finding me and me finding love.

And then, from out of nowhere.

'So long... I've been lookin' too hard, I've been waiting too long... Sometimes I don't know what I find... I only know it's a matter of time....

... I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life... I've been waiting for a girl like you to make me feel alive... Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life'

Foreigner

My visits to Lisa's and Vickie's kind of vanished since Wendy entered my life.

I got a worried phone call from Lisa asking if everything was OK. When I told her of my girlfriend, she just said, "Good for you. Can't wait to meet her. And from the sound of your voice, it seems that love has found both of you. Can't wait to hear the whole story."

I just made her promise not to overwhelm my new girlfriend with her passion for milking cows at 6:00 in the morning. At least not on the first visit.

I first heard the giggle but then I 'heard' the warm caring smile over the phone.

The end.