Amiee by carol marie
She had been alone now for too long and the endless holidays empty and miserable without a partner seem to amass themselves. Sure she got invited out to functions, but it was always a group thing and they too eventually paired off. It was funny, when she remembered so much of her youth had been cavorting with so many damned beautiful womyn, it was just impossible that no one noticed her now.
She wore her hair as short as a womyn of her age might. The graying of her temples didn't hide the fact that she was older than most of the womyn in the clubs, and she was almost sure that the thin spidery wrinkles at her eyes also belied the youthfulness of her spirit. She had just turned 44 and her best friend Georgia had thrown her a party down at the local watering hole. There she met with all of the friends from the group and a smattering of new faces. One face that caught her eye belonged to a womyn whose head was shaved and sported a rather large silver ring in her left ear. She wore bright red lipstick and Amiee was sure the silver ringed womyn was staring at her. Each time she turned away, she could feel the eyes of the other womyn boring into her head and each time she would turn back, the womyn was there smiling. It was one of those seductive smiles that pulls you away from anything else in the room, but Amiee was resistant. She thought to herself that any womyn who looked so bold surely wouldn't be interested in an older graying lesbian.
Georgia came up behind Amiee and put her arms and around her neck and wished her a happy birthday and then remarked about the silver ringed womyn across the room who was obviously staring at Amiee. At first Amiee tried to smooth it away saying G. was being silly, but then when the womyn waved to Amiee and starting coming her way, Amiee became like a giddy school girl. She asked G. what she should she talk about...she was nervous. G. told her not to sweat it and just act "normal," and with that she left. Amiee felt like she was standing in the middle of a great room surrounded by complete strangers and a warrior was coming to her... The silver ringed womyn was tall and when she walked it appeared that her long legs were taking great strides, poetic and fluid in nature. Her arms were well muscled and the closer she got, Amiee could make out the black outline of some tribal tattoo on her left arm. Amiee felt suddenly out of place. She had no strange piercings, no tattoos, didn't even wear lipstick, let alone bright red, but then the silver ringed womyn touched her arm and introduced herself as Kelly. Amiee at once became calmer. She introduced herself and suggested that Kelly come and sit on the terrace where it was cooler. They grabbed a bottle of champagne and made it to an umbrella table. Kelly took a powerful swig from the bottle and offered it to Amiee as she wiped the falling drops from her perfect mouth. Amiee took the bottle from her and brought it to her lips. Her mouth closed over the bottle and she suddenly tasted the perfume from Kelly's' lips. She took her time as she drank and then passed the bottle back to Kelly.
They talked about their mutual friends and things they both had done in their lives that brought them to this place. Kelly shared with Amiee that though she worked for a brokerage firm M-F, on the weekends she painted. It had been her passion for many years and she just recently started showing. Amiee shared that she worked for day care center in Daly City and then she laughed and said that on the weekends she liked to pose for artists. They both laughed and from somewhere deep inside of Amiee she wondered where that boldness came from, it was so unlike her. When they finished the bottle Kelly asked Amiee to dance. At first she protested saying she did not know the dances of today and Kelly said she just let her body move, not to feel ashamed. Amiee took a deep breath and said OK and followed Kelly to the dance floor. It was there that their fingers first touched. It was there that Kelly pulled Amiee to her and it was there in the middle of the room with faces all around that Amiee smelled the scent of this womyn. She did not hear the womyns voices, she did not see them at all. All she saw was this silver ringed womyn who spun her around the room, who twirled her, who dipped, who pulled her up so close. It was there in the middle of the room when she felt Kelly's' lips on her neck. It was there that the chills began and never stopped. It was there she heard her own voice saying 'come with me.' And it was there she became on fire, bold and free.
They left without a word to the group, made their way up the old back stairs that led to Amies apt, and once inside, it was there that their lips first touched. Kelly kissed Amiees eyes and then her nose. She made little cooing noises as she kissed and nibbled her way across Amiees chest. Amiee felt alive and on fire, more charged than she had been in ages. She felt a glow return to her body, she felt an aching from deep within. She felt her hands tearing at the silver ringed womyns clothing. Unabashed and feral, she was like a beast newly formed. Kelly helped her by stepping out of her black leather shorts and pulling the tank top off.
Amiee watched as Kelly's small pert breasts sprang to life, and she found herself stooping to take each nipple into her mouth, letting her tongue roll over each one. She heard Kelly's oohs and ahhs and still she played with her breasts. Amiee felt as Kelly's hands tore at her denim shorts, almost ripping the zipper off its track. Amiee stepped from them and kicked them aside. Kelly pulled back and took a deep breath and said, "Ive got to paint you. Now!" Amiees mouth almost dropped open. She did not know what to make of this, here they had gotten to this riveted sexual place and this womyn was pulling back, it just wasn't kosher. Kelly saw the hurt look on Amiees face and put her fingers to Amiees lips and said, "Oh no, you have it all wrong. I want very much to make love with you, but first I need to paint you. I have watched you all evening, since you first arrived and I knew right away, I wanted to paint you," and with that Kelly kissed Amiee very hard. So many emotions were running through Amiee at this point. Its true she wanted this womyn, but was she settling for this womyn because it had been so long, or was she going to let this womyn paint her because she did want sex after all, or was this just part of the dating scene now. Maybe the painting would be erotic after all. "So, where will you paint me. I don't see that you have any paint with you, or even a canvas?" "We would have to go to my loft, near India Basin, OK?" Amiee hesitated but only for a second and then thought to herself, what did she have to lose? Kelly had a Lambretta, a Spanish motor scooter that looked a lot like the Vespa of the '60s. It was fun for Amiee to sit so close to this silver ringed womyn and ride through town while everyone who saw them was envious of their freedom.
Kelly sub-letted a loft in an old industrial building halfway between India Basin and Mission Rock. Most of the tenants were artists of varying degree. The entranceway had a metal sculpture depicting seals with wings. Kelly led her to a 4th floor studio. The walls were done black with bright chartreuse stripes. There were large picture windows that lined one wall of the flat and a well lit area whose floor was lined with parchment paper. "Shall I be nude for this sitting Kelly?", Amiee asked as she started to strip. She noticed her nipples were taut and large for this spontaneous outing. She had never thought of herself as one who had casual sex, but here she was waiting for this silver ringed womyn to take her. "You may be whatever you wish, whatever is most comfortable for you," and she smiled so big, that Amiee felt it rain inside of her. "I want to be nude," and she walked over to the chair, and then walked on to the futon on the opposite wall and laid herself down. She laid on her side with one leg up over the back of the chaise, and the other leg supporting her. With her left hand she she tweaked her nipple over and over getting Kelly's attention. "Will this be OK Kelly?" "OH Baby, this is just perfect," she said as she licked her lips and readied a canvas. And while Kelly worked, Amiee took great pleasure in fondling herself, sometimes coming so close to actual orgasm, but then she would stop and start again. She could see the way Kelly squirmed each time she reached a pinnacle and she would smile and stop and start again. It was 2 hours that had passed. 2 hours that Amiee played with herself. 2 hours that Amiees fingers worked in and out of her own pussy, and when she could wait no more, she abruptly got up off the lounge and came near to Kelly who was just putting the finishing touches on her work. Amiee came and sat on Kelly's lap facing her. Kellys hands were in her lap and when Amiee sat down, Kelly's fingers drew up inside of Amiee. And Amiee came down hard on those fingers, raised up off of those fingers and came down harder again on those fingers. Kelly bit Amiees lower lip and kissed her mouth and pushed with all of her might up into this womyn. She felt as Amiees body contracted and rained in her hands. She felt as Amiee rocked near perfection on her lap. When she was through, Amiee turned and looked at the painting. Though it was abstract, Amiee could still make out the lines of her body. There on the canvas was a beautiful womyn. At first Amiee thought that Kelly had somehow transformed her, but the more she looked at the painting she realized that she was in fact beautiful. Kelly had just made her see herself more clearly. "So...do you like it Amiee?' "Kelly, it is the most profound work of art I have yet to view! Thank you so much" "It is my pleasure Amiee. I was hoping that since you are here, you might stay awhile with me?" "I would love to", and with that Amiee stood up and led Kelly to the bedroom on the other side of the loft, and there under the stars that shown through the skylight in that loft down by Mission Bay, Amiee found the self she had been missing all those years....
Copyright 1999