Sat night part 5 Rachel stood next to me at the Chicago Museum of Art, our focus was a primitive painting of South Seas women in various degrees of undress. The innocence's made the painting come to life, there was no doubt in my mind the island girls were absent of social morays and happy with their easy life. "What do you think Dagney?" I stared at the painting for another moment and replied, "I wonder if they are as innocent about female to female sex?" Rachel gave me a sly smile but took my comment seriously enough to have another gander at the girls in the painting. "There is a certain health to their skin and they are quite voluptuous." I had meant my comment to be tongue in cheek but now I had to stand back and take a more critical look at the women in the painting. Rachel moved behind me to stand and look over my shoulder so we had the same perspective. Slowly she inched forward and her breast came in contact with my back, then with a small nudge forward, I could feel her hips press against me. I longed for her to hug me from behind and kiss my neck, perhaps cup my breast and hold me tight. "Naughty girl, do you know what you are doing to me?" "I hope so; I am trying to make you crazy." She nearly whispered in my ear, her warm breath was so close the skin on my neck goosed up. "Is that Goose Flesh Dagney?" My face flushed, keeping in mind we were in public yet so excited by her proximity to me. To break the mood, I turned and moved a few feet to the next painting as Rachel moved along next to me, I quick as a flash cupped her ass cheek, giving it a nice feel. Now her face was the color of her hair, she tried to recover but I heard her give a soft sigh. "Perhaps we should move to the impressionist, they have a few Dega's." We both got the inside joke and tried to behave ourselves. From one room to another we moved through the gallery. Rachel was dressed in jeans and a peasant blouse and she looked like a million bucks in casual cloths. She loaned me an outfit so would not have to stop by my apartment to change and I was wearing her scent and deodorant. We were like old girlfriends and it was just our first real date. The day was cloudy and cool, the wind coming off the lake as we exited the museum. "More culture or have you had enough?" Rachel asked me while we slipped on our jackets. "Would I seem like a little piggy if I wanted to go back to your place and attack you?" Before she answered, she immediately placed two fingers to her mouth and let out a loud whistle that stopped a cab in his tracks. Twenty minutes later we were behind her locked door kissing passionately. "I swear Dag, I have not felt this much for a woman in ...she let her voice trail off choosing to end the sentence there. I smiled inside, excited that she was hot for me as well. As I kissed her neck, I reached for the button on her jeans and unzipped her and worked them over her hips. They fell in a heap at our feet. My hands cupped her bottom and I pulled her mound to me, trying desperately to make contact on both our clits at once. Her moan told me I succeeded. She grabbed my butt and held the position, making sure not to move out of position as she gyrated her hips making friction between us. My turn to moan, our lips and tongues worked passionately on each other and she kept the contact below and continued to grind on me. Soon I began to grind back and we reached a rhythm that was mutually satisfying, we were both panting and grinding and out of our minds. I was going crazy, finally I gasped for air, swept Rachel in my arms and carried her to the messed up bed, depositing her on the sheets and taking two seconds to pull the dress off over my head, I lunged down on top of her, searching for the same connection we had just had, in moments, our love was in touch with each other, and we wriggled and humped until we both had an orgasm. I was first, and when Rachel came, I was able to watch her face and enjoy her emotions. "My God she is gorgeous." I rolled to the side and flopped on my back, Rachel rolled over and laid half on and half of me, nibbling on my neck and gently stroking my tummy. We touched each other all over, kissing sometimes, wanting to speak but caught up in the moment, just needing each other and neither of us wanting to blurt out, "I love you." For thirty minutes we laid there caressing each other, kissing some and smiling, we held each other and fell asleep. When I woke up, I gently slipped from bed and went to the kitchen to use the phone and check messages. I was listening to the voice mails when I felt Rachel come up from behind and hug me, this time she did cup my breast. My whole body shivered from excitement. I dropped the phone back in the cradle and reached my hands around to hold her hips to me, letting her kiss my neck. "Checking in with your lover?" Rachel asked trying to sound casual. "Mmmm I am, she is kissing my neck and holding me right now." She squeezed me tight and kissed my lips as I turned my head as far as I could toward her. "Dag do you have to work tomorrow?" "Don't remind me, I could stay here forever." "I have an idea, since I work nights, I could come to your place, so you can get organized and then we could still spend the night together, when I get up, I can just lock up and come back here and get ready for my job." My face must have shown my relief, it was the perfect solution. Now I stood and turned to kiss her , she made me so happy. "That would be a yes then?" We both laughed and kissed again. "Come on, let's get dressed and I will buy you dinner on the way." Rachel kissed me again and we went in the bedroom and got ready to go out in public. I talked Rachel into a slice of my favorite pizza and a cold beer. We felt we were slumming when we arrived at Renaldi's on Broadway. Sarah swore it was the best slice osd pizza she ever had and I did not mention the ownership must have changed, because the pizza was far inferior to before. We sipped beer and played footsies under the table, she had her shoe off and kept wandering up my leg. Each time she got high enough I would blush, so she would back off and then try again, apparently enjoying my embarrassment. My apartment is small but nicely appointed; I keep a neat house, so I was not apologizing when I let her in. We took the two minute tour before she sighted my bed and commented on my taste in sheets and bedding. "You seem to like anything about me, girl you are smitten." She slugged my arm lightly and then pulled my lips to hers and we kissed deeply. "Let me lay out some stuff for tomorrow and then I am all yours. Do you want to take a bath while you wait?" With a smile she acknowledged that would be a great idea and slipped off into the bathroom. I made her a cup of tea and brought it in and kissed her before going about my Sunday night routine.. When Rachel came out covered in a towel, I thought I would melt, she looked like a drowned puppy that needed attention. I went in the bedroom and found her a large t-shirt and a pair of flannel bottoms, so she could warm up and be comfortable. Then I doused the lights in the apartment and came to bed. Rachel just curled up in my arms, letting me be the strong one and sighed, content from the bath and ready for bed. It felt so right, like we had been lovers and married for years. I leaned my head to hers and gave her a slow gentle kiss, ran my fingers through her hair and held her to me. We stayed that way for a long time, perhaps all night because when we awoke we were still in each others arms and she was sound asleep. I have a natural clock in my mind and woke in time to make it to work, Rachel being nocturnal slept like an angel. I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before I left and wrote out a note that I left in front of the door, so she could not miss it. Rachel, I could not wake a sleeping angel, it is bad luck, See you tonight? Dagney.