Chapter 25 #2
Caitlin turned to Isabella. “She has a lot of threesomes, does she?” There was a twinkle in her eye that told Helena she was highly amused.
“Oh, all the time,” Isabella joked. “Sometimes more. Much more. You heard about her and the soccer team at our school prom?” She shook her head in mock wonder. “Eleven of them plus the substitutes…”
“Isa!” Helena cut in. She turned to Caitlin and could feel her cheeks burning. “She’s joking. There was no soccer team.”
“Am I?” Isabella was laughing.
“Look, I’m just impressed is all,” Caitlin replied, straight-faced. “Did they take turns or…?”
Helena put her head in her hands. “Not you too.” She looked up when she felt the reassuring weight of Caitlin’s hand on her knee.
“Look, if you must know… and Isa fully knows this… I went to the prom on my own and I left on my own. I was dating an older woman at the time and I couldn’t exactly invite her.
” Helena looked at Isabella. “Happy now?”
“Deeply.”
And, to be fair to Isabella, Helena knew exactly what Isabella was doing and loved her friend all the more for it despite her mortifying embarrassment…
Isabella was going all out in her efforts to make Caitlin feel welcome and part of their friendship, and what better way to break the ice than to tell Caitlin a story like the couple one, the sort of scandalous gossip they’d traded in for years.
Helena took a sip of her drink and settled into her seat… this was going well. Even if she ended up losing a bit of her mystique in front of Caitlin to make that happen, it was worth it.
Time to get her own back though.
“Caitlin, why don’t you ask Isa about the ice skater?”
Isabella’s mouth dropped open and it was her turn to give Helena a look that could kill.
Caitlin was laughing again. “Oh, you have to tell me. Who was the ice skater?”
***
It turned into an excellent dinner. Once Helena had got her revenge on Isabella the conversation settled down, and Isabella asked Caitlin a lot about Houston and what life was like there.
Isabella knew Houston a little by virtue of a guy she’d been seeing a while back who worked in the oil industry and often had to visit Texas, so they had some common ground.
The topics flowed from there and Helena couldn’t have been happier… Isabella was being the perfect best friend, and there seemed to be a genuine rapport opening up between them.
Towards the end of the meal, Caitlin excused herself to use the rest room.
Switching into Portuguese, Helena waited until she was out of sight then asked, “What do you think?”
Isabella toyed with her wine glass for a moment, then grinned. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
Helena felt herself blush even as she smiled. “I think so.”
“All I’m wondering is why you waited all those months to go get her. If I met someone like that, I’d be on the first plane back there.”
Helena thought for a few moments. “She needed… space I suppose is the word. I was the first woman she’d been with and, you know, my dynamic, also her first.”
Isabella knew about Helena’s dominant and sometimes submissive tendencies, and while she didn’t remotely share them nor Helena’s bisexuality she understood. Helena hadn’t told her the detail about Caitlin, but she’d told her enough that Isabella was familiar with their specific dynamic.
“That makes sense.” Isabella smiled. “The way she looks at you, Helena… don’t screw this one up.”
“I’m trying not to.”
“Good. Glad you didn’t turn down Miami?”
Helena laughed. “You give me good advice sometimes, I’ll admit.”
“Only sometimes?”
Just then Caitlin came back to the table and they switched back to English, folding Caitlin into the conversation, Isabella telling Caitlin excitedly about a cafe near the beach house that they had to try.
***
The moment the front door clicked shut they were all over each other, hours of pent-up desire, the torture of having to keep their hands off each other all night, all of it coming to a head in a passionate tangle of lips and tongues and hands and bodies.
They ended up on Helena’s couch, lit only by the city light through the window, pressed together and giggling like the newish lovers they were.
“Still equals?” Caitlin asked between kisses.
“Still equals.”
“Good.” Caitlin sat up and looked down at her in the semi-dark. “You want your surprise now?”
Helena stretched languidly and nodded. “You said something about making me feel exceedingly good too?”
Caitlin smiled as she stood. “Oh, I’m going to. Part of my body still needs to rest after last night, but fortunately for you my lips still work, and my tongue, and my hands and fingers.” She paused and grinned wickedly. “And my hips.”
“Your hips?”
“You’ll see. But first…” Caitlin reached behind herself and unzipped her dress.
She paused for dramatic effect for a moment or two before letting it slip to the floor, and Helena couldn’t stop herself gasping at what she saw…
Caitlin looked incredible. Matching bra, underwear, garter belt, suspenders, all red, all expensive looking and beautiful, all for her benefit.
“Caitlin…” Helena started to say, but then she ran out of words because the sight of Caitlin like that triggered something very deep and very, very carnal inside her. She wanted her viscerally, right now, like she’d rarely wanted anything.
“You like them?” Caitlin asked, pulling her hair back and tying it into a ponytail… a statement of intent if ever Helena had seen one.
“I love them. Are they new?”
Caitlin nodded. “I think I told you in Houston I have a thing for awesome underwear. It’s like it’s my secret weapon, if I feel awesome under my clothes it gives me more confidence.
” She shrugged. “When I could finally walk this afternoon without a limp,” Caitlin smiled as she said it and Helena smiled back, “I went out shopping.”
“I could look at you all night.”
“You can… I’m going to keep these on, and here’s what is going to happen.
” Caitlin knelt down between Helena’s legs, a hand resting on each thigh, thumbs gently stroking in small circles that seemed to short circuit something in Helena’s brain.
“First, I am going to go down on you right here, right now. For as long as you want. Then, we’re going to go through to the bedroom, we’re going to take your clothes off, and I’m going to go down on you again, for as long as you want again.
And then…” She smiled as her hands slipped up under Helena’s dress and reached for her underwear, touching her through the thin fabric, making Helena squirm in pleasure.
“Then, I’m going to wear your strap on and I’m going to make love to you in whatever position you want, for as long as you want. ”
Helena looked at Caitlin for a long few moments, punctuated only by a gasp as Caitlin’s thumb flicked her clitoris through her underwear. “What have I done to deserve this?”
Caitlin laughed. “Everything.”
And then, she lowered her head and pushed Helena’s underwear aside, and words stopped being relevant.