Josie Helling stood on the sidewalk in the sweltering heat of an extreme Manila summer. She waited patiently for the car to arrive, deciding against ducking back into the building where it was definitely cooler. The text message positively said 2:30, it was now 10 minutes before 3pm, and the car was still nowhere to be seen. She was going to be late for yet another meeting. This didn’t surprise her anymore, being all too familiar with the horrible city traffic.
She had moved to Manila 7 months ago, accepting a job to head one of the new call centers that were sprouting up all over the city. It was a job she enjoyed, and the Philippines was a whole lot of fun. The people were laid back and easy and friendly, bars seldom closed before 5am, and she was living like a king — making U.S. dollars and spending in Philippine pesos. Manila was urban enough for a city girl like her, and yet one could drive a mere 70 minutes and end up on a beautiful beach with lovely white sand.
The only downside was that her love life, and her sex life, were virtually nonexistent. It’s not that she was unattractive, quite the opposite actually. She was a striking brunette with piercing green eyes, a rock hard body and a behind you just wanted to sink your teeth into. The glitch was Josie stood a good six foot one, and the average Filipino male stood at about five foot six. Sure a few of them were well over six feet, but she had only met the assholes. She was never hard up for dates when she lived in Chicago, but in Manila things were different. If the guys weren’t trying to nail the ‘white chick’, then they were just flat out intimidated by the ‘TALL white chick’.
Josie wished the car would come right now, so she could snap out of this mood. She was wallowing in near-depression, and she realized that had been happening a lot the past few weeks. Just then her phone rang, and she was thankful enough for the distraction. The call was from Luis, her new found best friend, asking her to be his date tonight to one of his obscure functions. Luis lived 2 floors above her condo, and they had met quite randomly in the elevator. She had stepped in and he had said to her, being the hysterically funny, albeit stereotypical, flaming gay guy, “Finally! Someone with Hollywood good looks has moved into my building! You know, you have an Olivia Wilde thing going on for you, girl!”
Josie liked him immediately.
“So what is this thing again?” Josie asked Luis as they were walking into a large hall filled with impeccably dressed people.
“I played in a charity poker tournament and came in second. This is the party they’re throwing to thank us for giving the money away,” Luis wasn’t even looking at her, scanning the room, mostly likely for good-looking men. “You’re gonna be my wingbitch tonight, chica. I haven’t been laid in 3 days. My balls might shrivel up and die.”
Josie tried her best to roll her eyes in sarcasm but merely ended up snorting out a hearty, but very unfeminine laugh. “Three days, you say?” Josie said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “So my vagina must be dead and buried, huh?”
“Ugh, must you mention your vagina! But okay I promise, I’ll be your wingman too,” Luis smiled at her. “Look around, girl. A lot of tall men around here. Or maybe you should rethink your standards and go for a shorter guy,” he cocked an eyebrow at her.
“You know I didn’t even know I wouldn’t date shorter men until I moved here,” Josie shook her head.
Luis had stopped listening to her. He had now turned around and was kissing the cheek of some woman. Josie couldn’t see her face, but the woman sure had a terrific dress on, and had the terrific body to go with it. “Josie, this is one of the charity organizers, Irene Martinez,” Luis turned back to her. “Irene, this is Josie Helling, she lives in my building.”
“How do you do,” Josie said to her, but was actually thinking that she was looking into one of the most beautiful faces she had ever seen. Almond-shaped brown eyes that turned up at the edges, a small, rounded little nose, and an even smaller mouth with the most luscious lips Josie had ever seen. Irene shook her hand and flashed a bright smile. Josie was mesmerized by the face, the eyes, the mouth! on the woman.
Irene’s rehearsed, plastered smile had transformed into a warm, sincere one. What a stunner this woman was! She was so taken aback by the beauty before her that she immediately forgot her name.
“So pleased to meet you, Stephanie.”
“That’s Josie,” the beauty chuckled.
Irene quickly shook her head again, “I’m so sorry. Josie. Please forgive me. You’re so beautiful, I just lost my head!” She didn’t quite know why she said that and immediately regretted it.
Josie was smiling while shaking her hand, “Well, if you’re going to keep flattering me that way, I’m sure I’ll forgive you!”
Irene could only blink. She was willing herself to come up with something witty to say, but her mind was a blank. She was so in awe of this woman, she was ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her to calm down.
Before either of them could say anything else, Luis had started chattering on, “Well, chicas, I must go around and mingle. Actually, we should all go around and mingle! You wallflowers are too beautiful to be hanging around in the corners!” And with that, he walked off.
“You could never be a wallflower,” Josie said to Irene seriously.
“I could say the same thing about you!” Irene whispered, unsuccessfully trying to cover up that she felt more than a little uncomfortable.
Josie smiled and looked into her eyes, “Should we go get a drink?”
Irene could only nod, not willing herself to speak, in case she came off as a clumsy fool again.
“You know coming here tonight was a favour to Luis,” Josie started. “I was prepared for the worst. You know,” she glanced back, “a bunch of snooty wannabes pretending to care about some cause so they could justify buying a 6th car.” Josie started chuckling.
“Well,” Irene began somewhat hesitantly, “some of these people are…” She didn’t know what to say next, and was grateful for the fact that they were walking one after the other through the crowd. She noticed the delicious curve of Josie Helling’s lovely butt and was glad to be able to stare at it openly.
“This must be quite the job! Hitting people up for money…” Josie said over her shoulder and quickly looked back. Irene immediately shot her head up, guilty at being caught looking at what she was looking at.
“Well… I… er… it’s… Oh look! I see the waiter!” Irene clumsily covered up her embarrassment and made a beeline for the tray of white wine.
She hurriedly walked amidst the throng of people and Josie chuckled softly. The job must not have been as easy as she first thought, since Irene was so desperate for a drink. That chuckle faded though when she got to see the back view of the woman’s dress. It was so low cut, Josie was afraid the crack of her ass might start showing if she turned a different way. But what she noticed even more was the light brown skin the dress revealed. She had never seen skin that looked so warm and smooth and appealing; and so inviting. She had quite a physical reaction to it and had to clench her hand on her side to keep from touching this beautiful, delicious creature. She was also fairly tall for a Filipina, Josie realized. Only a few inches shorter than her in her heels. And Josie guessed Irene stood about 5’6″ or 5’7″ in her bare feet.
Irene glanced back at her, as if to make sure she was still following, and gave her a small, almost awkward smile. Josie now wondered if the woman had known she was so intently checking her out. Josie was not gay, nor bi, but had her share of drunken make-out sessions with her girlfriends in college; and even went as far as a really sultry one night stand with an exotic foreign student in grad school. But she exclusively dated, and had relationships, only with men. Suddenly the most delicious idea hit her. Since she was so out of luck with the men in this city anyway, pursuing a dalliance with this scrumptious Asian goddess seemed like the best solution. Even if it turned out to be a dead end and she would still be stuck in her sexless dry spell, it would at least make for interesting times.
Irene finally had a glass of wine in her hands, and had motioned the waiter to also give a glass to Josie. She quickly gulped her drink, almost finishing it in one swallow. Irene felt so totally uncomfortable with the thoughts she was having about the stunning American she had just met. Even from the corner of her eye she could see the fine curve of Josie’s long neck, and couldn’t stop herself from imagining nuzzling her there. Irene almost choked, she had never ever had any thoughts like this about another woman, especially not one standing only two feet away. Get a hold of yourself, she thought, calm down and say something so she doesn’t think you’re an idiot. Irene made the mistake of glancing at her companion and was once again floored by the smile on Josie’s mouth and the twinkle in her eye.
“So, Irene…” Josie began, then was interrupted by a deep voice.
“Sweetheart, I just knew I’d see you here.” The man was tall, yet thin and pale.
Irene turned around in shock, and tried hard to hide the grimace that was suddenly on her face. “Richie, how nice of you to come,” she forced a smile.
“Of course, my darling. When I found this was a Martinez Foundation event, I knew I just had to be here,” the man gave her a toothy, sort of creepy, lopsided grin.
“Richie, I’d like you to meet my friend Josie,” Irene turned to Josie. “Josie, this is Richie Huang. Richie here is a regular donor to the foundation.”
“It’s nice to —” Josie was once again interrupted.
“I’m sure I’m more than just that, sweetheart,” the man now put his arm around Irene’s waist. Irene turned to Josie, her expression desperate.
Josie quickly came to the rescue, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Huang. But if you’ll excuse us, Irene and I were in the middle of a very important discussion. I’m sure you understand.” The man turned to her, looking at her as if sizing her up, then broke into that practiced, fake smile once again.
He turned back to Irene, “We’ll talk again later, Reenie,” then gave her a wink. With that, Josie took Irene’s elbow and led her to the opposite side of the room.
“Thank you for that,” Irene gave Josie a nervous smile.
“Occupational hazard, eh?” Josie quipped, trying to make the situation a little lighter. “I’m sure you deal with all sorts of sleazebags in this line of work,” Josie squeezed the elbow she was still holding.
Irene felt electric shocks shoot from her elbow up her arm and felt like she was about to swoon. She quickly found one of the few empty cocktail tables and set her glass down. “No, not really. Richie is… uhm… he’s… ahh… well, I was engaged to him for the better part of a year!”
Josie couldn’t hide the shock on her face, and once again Irene gave her that nervous smile. “I’m sorry, Irene. It’s just I would never imagine you with a guy like that!”
Irene shrugged and quickly grabbed another glass of wine from one of the passing waiters, and took another huge gulp. She was obviously affected by seeing her ex and Josie couldn’t help but feel sorry for the woman. “Are you okay?” She asked gently. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Irene started shaking her head, but before she could answer, Luis came rushing over. “Reenie! Reenie, there you are! You have to do me a favour.” They quickly got into a rapid exchange of Tagalog that ended in Irene waving a mock finger at him and Luis wearing a huge smile.
“Thank you, chica. I owe you one,” Luis kissed Irene on both cheeks then turned to Josie and took both of her hands. “I’m sorry, Josie. I have to go. I’m pretty sure you know why,” Luis winked at her. “Reenie here will keep you company and take you home. Don’t worry,” he quickly also kissed Josie on both cheeks then was gone.
“Please don’t feel obligated. I can easily take a cab,” Josie feigned embarrassment at the situation, but was actually excited at the thought she might be able to spend more time with Irene.
“Don’t be silly. I have my car and my driver here and it’ll be no trouble at all,” Irene smiled at her. “In fact, since Luis kind of ditched you anyway, why don’t we get out of here right now?”
Josie’s nerve ends were tingling at the idea they could be alone. “Are you sure? Don’t you kind of have to be here?”
Irene was once again shaking her head, “No, not really. The staff are all here. And all I really needed to do was make an appearance, which I obviously did.” Irene flashed her that bright smile then quickly looked around the room, “Besides, I don’t wanna run in to you know who again!”
Josie laughed softly, “Okay, how about we go for a real drink, and you tell me all about how that douche got you to say yes!”
“Alright!” Irene laughed with her. “Let me just call my driver to pick us up out front.”
Josie quickly grabbed her hand, “You can do that while we’re walking!” Then half pulled, half dragged her out of the ballroom.
Running out to the driveway, holding Josie’s hand got Irene all flustered again. She was all nerves and felt like an idiot once more. You have got to calm down, she berated herself. She’s just holding your hand! Girls hold hands all the time, Irene thought. But her whole arm was tingling, and she couldn’t stop herself from interlacing her fingers with Josie’s. Josie looked at her, smiled, and squeezed her hand.
This woman is truly drop-dead gorgeous, Josie was thinking. It was almost inconceivable how beautiful she is. She had a brief moment of panic about what she wanted to do, or was planning to do, but figured she had never felt so drawn to anyone in her whole life. Carpe diem, she decided, then looked at Irene again smiling.
Irene felt like she had the wind knocked out of her, and she knew it wasn’t from the running. One smile from Josie made her want to close her eyes and throw her head back, and at the same time never break eye contact, if it was possible. Then it hit her. It was attraction! What else could it be? The tingling, the shivers, it could only be a really powerful crush. This absolutely shocked the hell out of her, and thankfully the car was there and Josie wouldn’t notice how foolishly she was acting.
Inside the car, Josie smoothed her dress down and asked, “So where are you taking me?” She was breathless and her voice sounded strained. She made a mental note to try and contain her excitement a little better.
“There’s a little bar close to your building,” Irene began. She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. “It’s cozy and quiet and —” she stopped dead in mid-sentence.
Josie noticed she missed a few hairs and gently brushed them back from Irene’s face and also tucked it behind her ear. The touch was electrifying. For both of them. Josie’s fingers lingered a little longer and almost absent-mindedly caressed down her neck. Irene felt like her chest was going to explode. She dared not look at the woman beside her. It was the briefest of touches but it was almost like she was still feeling it on her skin. She could hardly breathe. She was willing herself to go on and continue with her sentence but she couldn’t even remember what she was saying. Even more so, she didn’t trust her own voice if she did decide to speak.
Josie couldn’t help herself. Irene’s neck just looked so smooth and tempting and she had drawn more attention to it by fixing her hair. She just had to touch it. And when she did it was like a magnet that wouldn’t release her fingers. She wanted to keep touching her and felt like she was going to go insane. Josie did manage to pull her hand back and now wondered if maybe it was too much. Irene had her head bent and was looking down at her lap, a shocked expression on her face. Control yourself, she thought. Don’t scare her away. Thinking fast, Josie decided to play it cool and pretend like nothing happened.
“It’s cosy and quiet and what?” Her voice was almost a broken whisper. Josie took a long, deep breath, “Irene?” There, that sounded half normal.
Irene was twiddling with the skirt of her dress, willing herself to respond. “It’s uhm…. it’s close to your… er… building,” her voice was shaking.
“Hey, Irene,” Josie decided to give them both a way out of that really intense moment. “Are you a little shaken up because your ex was there?” Irene now gave her a quick sideways glance. “You can tell me, you know. I mean, I know we just met, but I’m a pretty awesome listener,” Josie smiled.
Irene released the breath she felt like she had been holding forever, and finally looked up at Josie. She couldn’t help but smile at the sincerity on Josie’s face. “No. Honestly, I didn’t really care that deeply about him,” Irene felt more like herself again, the tension quickly fading. She broke out into a bigger smile, “Let’s just get to the bar and I’ll tell you the whole story. Even the sordid details. That is, if you’re still interested.”
“Oh I’m interested,” Josie was so relieved some normalcy had been restored. “Actually, I can’t wait to hear the story of how such a gorgeous woman like you would ever even give a guy like that the time of day!”
They smiled at each other once again. And Josie chose to fill the potentially awkward silence with mild banter. Making small talk about when she first moved to Manila, the shocking heat, the traffic, how everyone was always on a first-name basis, even with the big bosses. Soon enough they were chattering away like old friends.
As soon as they entered the bar Josie had to agree that it was, in fact, quiet and very cosy. Once they were seated, she was surprised to hear Irene say, “I can’t wait for a cold beer!”
Josie laughed her trademark unfeminine snort and said, “A beer? Really? I didn’t quite peg you for a beer drinker.”
“Oh believe me, I’ll choose a brew over anything else, any day,” Irene chuckled. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but charity formals and champagne dinners aren’t really my thing.”
“Then let me oblige you,” Josie stood up. “I’ll go get us some drinks and soon as I’m back you can tell me all about Mr. Rico Geeky Suavé!” She walked away hearing Irene’s adorable tinkling laughter.
“So when I turned 28, without any kind of serious relationship to speak of, my dad suggested meeting the son of one of his many business partners who had just come home from the U.S.,” Irene shrugged and made a kind of blah gesture with her hands. “We went on a few dates, and then a few more. And there was really nothing wrong with him that I could see, except I kept waiting to fall in love with him. The whole bells ringing, earth-shattering kind of love we always read about. But it never happened. Then before I knew it, we had been a couple almost 2 years and when he proposed, I figured maybe this was as good as it was going to get. So I said yes,” again that shrug and that blah gesture with her hands. “I’m sorry, is this really boring for you?”
“No! No, not at all,” Josie looked at her intently. “So what happened next? Why’d you break it off? Assuming, of course, that you were the one to break it off.”
Irene smiled, “I had heard rumours going around about his lifestyle but never really paid much attention to it. Then finally one day, a good friend of mine from high school who’s married to one of his buddies told me he enjoyed prostitutes. That he really enjoyed prostitutes,” shrug, blah hands. “So I confronted him. And he admitted it. Saying it was the only way he could do business.”
Josie was appalled, “I’m sorry, business?!? How does he conduct business with prostitutes? Is he a pimp?”
Irene had to laugh at that, “No, no! He isn’t a pimp. It was his way of wowing all the bigwigs around him, I guess. Almost like he was building some sort of street cred. The higher priced the call-girl was, the more he paid, ergo the more impressive he seemed to the other idiots he was in business with. You have to understand, see, that the Filipino male is one of the most backward in terms of double standards. The whole male ego, machismo thing is practically the norm here,” she laughed again, a heartier laugh this time. “He actually told me that they weren’t prostitutes, and that they were call-girls! As if there’s a difference!”
“It’s always the cheating that wrecks everything,” Josie shook her head.
“It wasn’t actually the infidelity per se. It was the fact that he was PAYING for sex to impress his business buddies. I mean, how fucked up is that?” Irene downed the remains of her beer and stood up. “I’ll get this next round.”
Josie was too stunned to do anything but nod. Beer and cussing. There was more to Irene Martinez than Josie first thought. They continued chatting away, finishing off two more rounds. Irene was intelligent, witty, charming, and had no idea she was funny. Josie was smitten.
When they realized it was well after 2am, Irene clumsily stood up and said, “I’m sorry. I’m having such a good time, but I promised my sister I’d help her tomorrow with all of her wedding preparations. Oh you must come! I’ll have her send you an invitation!” She put her hand over Josie’s and once again felt that little jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. I’ve just had too much to drink, she thought to herself.
Josie smiled at her with half hooded eyes. “Of course,” she paused. “It’s a nice night, you want to walk me to my apartment?”
They stepped out onto the pavement, into the heavy, humid night air and Irene said, “You were right! It is a nice night!”
They both laughed and started walking, almost stumbling, to Josie’s building. Josie linked her arm through Irene’s and she forgot what she wanted to say. She could only think about how silky Irene’s skin was, how firm but soft her arm was. Overwhelmed with everything she was feeling, Josie couldn’t trust herself to speak, and could only take huge gulps of the warm air.
Irene felt dizzy, and she knew it wasn’t from the beer. She was having an intense physical reaction from walking so close to this woman she just met. She could feel the curve of Josie’s breast on her arm and it was all she could do stop from tripping over her own feet. She made the mistake of holding on to her for balance, and Josie gripped her arm even tighter, bringing her even closer. Arm in arm, their bodies touching, Irene once again couldn’t resist from linking her fingers through Josie’s.
They turned a corner and found themselves outside Josie’s apartment building. “Oh, here we are,” Josie half-croaked, half-whispered. She cleared her throat at once, not wanting to give anything away.
“Let me bring you up to your door,” Irene’s voice was also a throaty whisper. Josie nodded.
They rode the elevator in a charged, almost heavy silence. Irene leaning back against the railing, and Josie stole a sideways glance at her companion. She was shocked to find Irene staring back at her, her brown eyes laden with confusion and at the same time, a certain intent. They held that gaze for what seemed like forever to Josie, with only the ding of the elevator signalling her floor, finally breaking the intensity of the moment.
Josie walked ahead, leading the way to her door. She turned the key, opened the door and hesitated, “Do you wanna come in for a nightcap? A glass of water, maybe?”
A bit of awkward silence, then Irene says, “I shouldn’t. Uhm, I, er, promised my sister…”
“Alright,” Josie says quietly. “Maybe next time…?”
“Alright,” again, awkward silence. Irene was still staring at her, “Maybe we can have dinner next week? I can get your number from Luis. Would that be alright?”
“Alright,” Josie smiles. A few more beats of awkward silence.
“Alright then,” Irene was thinking they both sounded like a broken record. “I’m gonna…” she motions to the elevator with her hand yet doesn’t actually turn and go.
Josie wanted to kiss her so badly, but was too afraid to make a move. Irene was still hesitating, and all Josie had to do was take a tiny step forward and they would be face to face, inches apart. Go for it, it’s now or never, she was telling herself, but was frozen where she stood.
Irene turns as if to walk away, then turns right back and moves toward Josie, angling her head for a kiss. Josie’s lips part, anticipating the kiss, her eyes almost closing. Irene was still slowly moving toward her, their bodies touching, their faces now a mere breath apart.
Then the ding of the elevator, and the sound of the doors opening. Irene instantly jerks back, her eyes now wide with shock. “I’ll… I’ll call you, alright?” She croaks out and doesn’t wait for an answer, almost running into the elevator’s closing doors.
Josie could only mumble a shocked “Alright.” Irene hadn’t heard her anyway. She realizes she was still holding her breath as she goes inside and locks her door.
Josie couldn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning and breaking out in a heavy sweat despite the air-conditioning. In her mind’s eye she kept seeing Irene’s face, eyes hooded, with a look of total abandon and just a hint of desperation. Try as she might, she couldn’t get the ‘almost kiss’ out of her head.
Irene was a total mess. It had been five days since the charity, and it’s also been five days of the usually poised and confident Irene Martinez, behaving like a clumsy teenager. She was unfocused and distracted, finding herself staring often into the distance daydreaming about Josie Helling. Her face, her beautiful dark hair, her eyes, her mouth, and that body. Irene kept imagining Josie’s skin, how she was sure it would be breathtakingly soft and warm and smooth.
“Miss Irene?” Shocked out of her fantasy, Irene looks blankly at her assistant Carmen. “It’s pencilled in for Tuesday at 3. Shall I confirm?” Carmen continues.
Irene is still staring at Carmen and realizes a response is required. “Yes, confirm for 3pm. Thank you, Carmen.” Irene had no idea what Carmen was talking about, merely agreeing to save herself from another embarrassing moment.
This has got to stop, Irene was thinking. She was getting out of control. She stands up and starts pacing her office, desperate to get a grip of what was happening to her. Behaving like a stupid schoolgirl. And over a woman! A gorgeous and stunning woman, but a woman nonetheless. Was she a lesbian? She couldn’t be. But once again she thought of getting physically close to Josie, the things she wanted to do to her. These were definitely not heterosexual thoughts.
Her mobile phone rings, quickly snapping her out of her torment. She glances at the caller ID and sees it’s an unregistered number. She takes a deep breath to compose herself and picks up, “Yes, this is Irene Martinez.”
“Hi, Irene,” Irene was just as quickly thrown into a panic. She would know that warm, husky voice anywhere. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time,” the voice continues. “Luis gave me your number. It’s Josie, by the way.” Irene could tell Josie was smiling through the phone, and was suddenly filled with a sense of calm and contentment.
“Josie, how are you?” She sounded confident and self-assured. Irene wanted to give herself a pat on the back.
“The same,” Josie chuckles. “I wanted to thank you for bringing me home Friday night by inviting you to dinner. When are you free?”
Irene can barely contain her excitement, “Oh you don’t need to do that!” She at once mentally berates herself for playing coy, realizing her longing to be with this woman was almost physical torture. “But I would love to!” she quickly adds. “How about tonight?” She glares down at the fingers she has absent-mindedly crossed.
“That’s perfect. I, uh, I actually wanted to cook for you,” it was Josie’s turn to stammer. “If it’s okay, you can come over to my apartment. I mean, uh, you already know where it is,” she was definitely flustered.
“Sounds great! Be there at 8,” Irene says and they put down the phone. She is completely unaware that she is rubbing her hands together and licking her lips in anticipation.
Josie is breathless with excitement. She had prepared a simple meal of salad and a seafood pasta and was now putting on her earrings looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked good. She was wearing white beach linen pants that were cool and breezy and a light yellow tank top that showed just enough cleavage despite the fact that she was braless. Casual and cozy, and betrayed nothing of the frenzy she was feeling inside. Her doorbell rings and she takes a deep, calming breath.
Opening the door, she sees Irene in a cute little sundress with flowers on it that were the same exact shade of yellow as her tank top. “Hi! Oh look we match!” she grins at Irene.
Irene gives her a huge smile back and raises her arm to wave a bottle of wine in the air. “I brought some rosé. I couldn’t decide between red or white so I chose pink!”
“Come in please!” Josie chuckles gently. “In any case, I stocked my fridge full of beer just for you,” she gives Irene a little wink.
“That’s sweet,” Irene says quietly. Feeling bolder, she adds in a soft voice, “You’re sweet.”
Josie stares at her a few moments before she answers, “Thank you. I think that’s the first time anyone’s called me sweet.” Josie smiles once again, “Coming from you, though, I feel very flattered.” She takes Irene’s free hand and squeezes it, shocked once again at the electric current she feels flowing through their fingers. They are still looking intently at each other, and Irene suddenly pulls her in for a brief, awkward hug. Josie is overwhelmed with the woman’s scent. Both citrusy and musky at the same time, Josie feels like she wants to stay in that fragrant cloud forever. Pulling back, she is again clumsy and flustered.
“Come help me open this bottle in the kitchen,” she gives Irene a small smile and walks into the apartment.
Irene takes a few moments before she follows. Angry at herself for that tiny hug. Thinking that maybe she had gone too far. She couldn’t help herself, wanting to get close to Josie. Still heady with that syrupy vanilla scent she first smelled on the dazzling American when they met, she slowly walks toward the kitchen.
Josie puts the wine on the table and takes a deep yet unsatisfying breath. That quick hug really threw her off balance. She knows she should’ve done something to prolong the embrace, and regrets not doing anything more. She realizes how powerful her attraction is to the younger woman and winces as she hears her footsteps draw nearer.
Irene finds Josie frustratedly struggling with the corkscrew and offers to help. As she steps closer, Josie tosses the corkscrew onto the counter and taking Irene by surprise, captures her face in both her hands. They quickly press their lips together, still shy, still tentative, still soft, but with all the intensity they had both been feeling the past days.
Irene opens her mouth, releasing a long, drawn out sigh, and it’s all the encouragement Josie needs. She takes advantage and slowly reaches out with her tongue, tracing the inside of Irene’s lips, her teeth, nibbling on her bottom lip. Josie softly moans, moving her fingers down Irene’s jaw, caressing her neck, her collarbone. Irene raises her head, locking Josie’s mouth with her own for a deeper kiss. Her tongue also reaching out, sliding and duelling with Josie’s. It was only a few seconds, but the two women were breathless and panting. Both thinking this was the most sensual, the most arousing kiss they had ever experienced in all their lives.
Irene lets out a soft moan, her hands finding their way to Josie’s hips, pulling her tighter, desperate now to get as close as possible to this stunning goddess. They break apart for a moment, looking deep into each other’s eyes and Irene whispers, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
Josie smiles and tugs on Irene’s bottom lip with her teeth, “I could think of nothing else but you the past few days. I couldn’t work, couldn’t sleep,” she catches her breath as she feels Irene nuzzle the side of her neck, behind her ear. “Every time I close my eyes, all I could see was your beautiful skin and how I’d like to lick it all over.”
Irene shudders at the statement, realizing that the exact thing she heard was going to happen any moment. She reaches up to grab Josie’s neck, intent on another deep, wet kiss, but is sidetracked by the feeling of a rock hard nipple on her forearm as she passes it. She pulls back with a gasp, staring at Josie’s breasts through the tank top, mesmerized by the two points straining against the material. She tentatively touches a finger to one nipple, amazed at how hard and erect it is, and Josie moans in rapture, low and long. Irene rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, kissing the base of Josie’s neck. Alternating making circles with her tongue and sucking on the skin. Josie pulls Irene’s head in harder, and covers her hand with her own, mashing her left breast between her Asian lover’s palm and her own chest.
Josie breaks away all of a sudden and drags Irene further into the apartment, almost shouting, “Bedroom, now!”
Both women are having a hard time catching their breath. Both excited, a little afraid, but both so desperately aroused. Entering the bedroom, Josie doesn’t even bother shutting the door, she unceremoniously pushes Irene onto the bed. Then raises her arms in one swift movement, taking the tank top with her, quickly discarding it on the floor.
Irene barely has time to look at Josie’s magnificent, perfectly round breasts. The sexy American now on top of her, kissing her face, her eyelids, her neck, tonguing her ear before whispering, “I can’t wait to make you feel sooooo good.” Irene shuts her eyes at the sinful promise, her breath catching as she feels Josie hiking her dress up. She feels warm hands on her ribcage, fingers grazing the underside of her breasts, and thinks she’s going to die from the pleasure. Her dress is off and thrown carelessly on the floor. Irene unties the lace on Josie pants and the older woman shrugs it off roughly.
They come together, clad only in skimpy panties, their nerve endings electric, their skin on fire. Josie captures Irene’s mouth for another deep, wet kiss, rubbing their bodies, their breasts together. The sensation is intense and Irene grabs Josie’s hips, pulling her even closer. Josie takes both of Irene’s breasts in her palms, thinking what perfect handfuls they are, cupping them and taking nipples in her thumbs and forefingers. Irene can do nothing to stop her back from arching, pushing her breasts more into the tall woman’s hands.
Josie moves her mouth downward, licking the seductive Filipina’s throat and chest. She moves even lower and captures a nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking and biting. Irene lets out an anguished groan, twisting and squirming on the bed. Josie does the same to the other nipple, while slowly sliding her hand down the waistband of Irene’s panties. She encounters a small tuft of hair, wet and warm from her juices. Her finger slips effortlessly inside the younger woman’s slit, instantly connecting with her clit. This time Irene really screams, and bucks wildly, thrashing on the bed. Josie looks at her and Irene looks dazed, tossing her head from side to side, at the same time grabbing her panties and pushing them down, desperate for more. Josie helps her toss the underwear aside and makes straight for her pussy, laving the length of Irene’s slit with her tongue.
“Ohhh my goddd….” Irene growls, grabbing her own breasts and pinching her nipples.
“Mmmm…” Josie moans into the younger woman’s pussy. “You taste good…” she moans some more, her tongue actively licking and sucking.
Irene puts her hand behind Josie’s head, pulling her in some more, barely able to get enough, yet feeling as though she could take no more. She threads her fingers through the taller woman’s hair, pulling a little, inflicting a little pain. And all the time she is moving and rotating her hips, pushing it against Josie’s face in wild abandon. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” she screams and sits up a little, her eyes glazed over as she tries to look at Josie. “I’m going to… I’m going to… OHHHH!!!” she shrieks as she collapses back on the bed, shaking and wiggling and barely able to breathe. Josie keeps at it, feeling Irene’s juices gushing into her mouth.
As Josie feels Irene come down from her orgasm, she pushes her own panties down and off her legs. Then quickly turns around and straddles Irene’s head, her mouth still lovingly on the younger woman’s crotch. Irene grabs her ass and embraces it with both arms, her mouth instantly reaching up to take her first lick of a woman. Josie’s pussy is wet and hot, musky yet sweet, and Irene loves it, licking and sucking like she’d been doing it forever. Josie lets out a loud “Ahhh!” grinding her pussy down on the sexy Asian’s face. Irene takes it, opening her mouth wider, her hands pulling Josie’s hips down even harder.
Irene tenses her tongue and starts fucking Josie with it. And Josie on the opposite end starts doing the same. Both women can now hardly suck and lick and tongue-fuck with all the moaning they were doing. Irene feels another orgasm coming on, and starts to suck on Josie’s pussy even more. She notices the older woman’s thighs flex, and feels rather than hears Josie’s “Oooomfff” against her pussy. Josie starts shaking, her clit pulsating, and Irene takes in all she can of the sex juice gushing into her mouth. She feels her own orgasm explode just as she feels Josie take her clit and roll it onto her tongue, flicking relentlessly.
Both women collapse, spent, Josie still on top of Irene. They lay like that for long minutes, their hands lightly caressing each other’s sides. Josie then finally manages to roll over and move up, bringing their faces closer. Irene is smiling sweetly at her, though her gaze is still a little unfocused.
“I don’t know how I lived my whole life without ever doing that,” Irene weakly chuckles.
Josie kisses her, slow and sexy yet relaxed and undemanding. “That was pretty amazing,” she tells Irene.
“Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it. That was beyond awesome. YOU are beyond awesome,” Irene pulls Josie in for another long kiss.
“You are too,” Josie hugs her tightly and nuzzles her neck. “Irene,” Josie gets serious. “I don’t know what this is or what it makes of us, but…” she waits for the younger woman to turn her head and look at her. “But I’d like to keep doing it. With you,” she is suddenly unsure of herself. But Irene flashes her a brilliant smile.
“You took the words right out of my mouth!” Irene quickly kisses her. “I’ve never felt anything quite so powerful in my life. And it seems to me you kinda feel it too. This is intense and I love it and I’d like to feel some more of it please.”
Josie smiles as she goes in for more kissing, enjoying a swelling happiness in her heart she hasn’t felt in a long time, if at all. She feels Irene’s tongue start erotically massaging her own, and realizes thrillingly that they’re in for round two. Just then, though, they hear the doorbell ring.
Josie quickly sits up, “Wait here. I’ll get rid of ’em!” She gets up and puts on an oversized shirt she’s grabbed from behind the bathroom door.
Irene lies there contented. Stretching, she smiles to herself. She knows she is in love with this sexy American she’s only known for a few days. She is contemplating how soon a decent time would be to tell Josie exactly that when she hears, “Are you fucking kidding me?!?!”
She gets up and carelessly wraps the sheet around her, quietly stepping out onto the living room. “Hey, Luis,” Irene smiles at him sheepishly.
Luis looks at her and is stunned. He looks back at Josie, also smiling now, looks back at Irene, then back at Josie. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!” He starts clapping his hands then grabs Josie in a bear hug, practically lifting her off the floor. “C’mere!!” he yells at Irene. The three of them start hugging and jumping and laughing. “Okay! Okay! I’ll leave you two alone for now,” he is waving a finger and both women. “But I will want details later! ALL the details!” He walks out the door with a high-pitched, sort of evil laughter. Josie and Irene look at each other, still in a hug.
Josie says to Irene, “So, about that dinner…”