But more importantly, I have made a friend here…
“And please do not tell me that it is for the money because you’re already a wealthy girl.”
How does this woman already know my secrets?
Wearing a twisted expression, Tess manages a sad smile.
I offer her a broken one for the first time accepting that I too am a little broken.
But mostly broken-hearted…in more than one way as of today.
I regard the perfect woman standing right in front of me. “I just had to know you, Tess.”
“I understand.” She rakes her fingers through my hair, searching my eyes, peering so deep into my soul that it almost kills me. “You have given me so much, Mila, since the very first day you walked through my bright pink door.” Tess lowers and dusts me with her rose-scented skin when she leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I don’t have your courage, Mila.” She kisses me once more then pulls me close, putting her forehead to mine. We breathe in each other’s air. “I know you’re in love with someone else. I knew from the moment I saw you when you looked at me the way you did that you were running away from something, Mila.”
I laugh a little. “I want to love you.”
“And maybe one day you will…and I will love you too…but this cannot be what you want it to be.”
“I know but I will never understand why.”
Tess shoves the tip of her nose into my cheek. “It is what is best for me too.” She pulls me closer, encircles me with her embrace, steals a small bit of my courage. “One day you will understand.”
“Yes.”
“I know that you write her letters.” She palms my face and forces me to look into her eyes, pulling me in and never letting me go.
“Yes.”
“I am not like you, Mila. I would never have the courage to mail them, but I believe you do.”
I only blink at her statement.
“I want you to find the courage to send those letters so that every day for the rest of your life you don’t ever have to look back and regret that you didn’t.” She caresses my cheek. “I don’t want that for you, Mila, because I know what regret feels like. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love too. I know what grief feels like and I know you do too because you lost her.” She makes a motion with two of her fingers. “I can see it in your eyes, Mila, and I don’t want that for you. I will always be right here in this house and in this attic waiting for you so that I can paint you. I’m not going any place else, I promise you, Mila.”
“I need you to paint me, Tess.” I swallow painfully. “I need to be your subject.”
“Yes, of course.” She laughs. “We will create many masterpieces, I promise you.”
“I want to love you too, Tess.”
Mouth tight, Tess regards me with an unreadable expression. “I want to love you too, Mila.”
She lowers to her knees.
We stare at each other for a while, just blinking and breathing.
Tess’ leans in and brushes her lips over mine teasingly. I beg for her touch. A hand glides up my side and over my breasts and it all pulls an ungodly moan from me. Tess’ lips wrap around a nipple and when she pulls away and leaves them wet I’m a complete mess clawing and grabbing at her and working hard to undo the buttons of her blouse and free her from the shackles of her clothing.
A blue fire burns in those eyes of hers and it all makes me so proud to see it.
But before I can say anything, Tess’ mouth crashes down on mine. Her tongue dips and delves and dances with my own. The chaise screeches against the floorboard when our weight shifts it. Tess wriggles out of her shirt. Frantically, I work to undo her hair and when it’s all to my liking I rear back and regard her with awe…Pale skin. Supple breasts. Curves for a century…It’s as if I am looking at one of her paintings…I could stare at this woman until the end-of-time. She truly is a masterpiece.
But most of all, she’s my friend.
Tess
IT IS ONLY COLOR I see when I look at this woman…The varying shades of green in her eyes. The ivory hue of her skin. Her pearly white teeth… It is all beautiful.
Although her spirit is blue, right now she burns orange with passion.
I exhale against her lips, chest rising and falling harshly as I ease myself between her thigh and nudge her back onto the chaise. My palm glides between her breasts and over her belly as I savor the sensation of her skin against mine. Staring up at me, Mila only blinks slowly. Lips parted, they morph into an O when my hand drifts lower and lower to settle between her parted thighs.
“Oh, Tess.” She tosses her head back and with the movement her tresses tumble everywhere.
I caress her skin gently, up and down my fingers glide along her pussy lips before they play in the wetness there which I know is just for me. Mila squirms. She gasps. She shudders. Her fingertips dig into my forearm, but I don’t stop.
“I am nothing like you, Mila.” Dipping down, I press a kiss to her belly then send my fingers into her pussy as deep as they can go.
“Ah.” Mila writhes against my hand.
My own lifts and caresses her left breast while teasing the perked nipple there.
I draw in the euphoria scribbled across this woman’s face like a filthy story I’ve been invited to read. She hides nothing. She is bared to me and so, so beautiful. Biting down on my bottom lip, I force my own pleasure down so that I can concentrate on fucking the woman in my grip and making her come fiercely just as she so often does to me.
Her left thigh quivers helplessly. I rock forward, sending my fingers deeper and sending my thumb in search of her clit.
“Oh, Tess, oh my God.” Mila’s fingertips dig into my shoulder.
But it doesn’t stop me.
Every sweet sound which spills from her lips only encourages me. The way she wails my name… The intensity in her eyes when they meet mine…The sight of her bottom lip wobbling helplessly as she endures this pleasure...
I settle into a rhythm between her thighs, working my fingers deeper, thumb brushing over that swollen clit, harder and faster until my hair is all over the place and I’m covered in sweat.
The chaise nearly runs away from me, but knees moving along the wooden floors I chase it and keep fucking the pretty woman in my hold with everything I have in me. Her luscious body writhes. Her hips rise. She impales herself on my fingers over and over, leaving them slick and warm with wetness and aiming for the very back of her.
They curve upward and I slow my working hand.
“Oh, Tess, I’m going to come.” The warning comes out in a mewl.
Everything slows.
The world quiets.
It is only us here…lost in all this.
I sink into this intimate moment and keep my eyes on her just as her pussy pulses around my fingers, squeezing and rolling over them like the ocean’s waves when the orgasm racks through this woman’s entire body and leaves her a screaming, mewling mess. When it’s all over and done, I gaze proudly at Mila, adoring how her blonde tresses contrast with the blue velvet of the chaise. She is excellence laid out in front of me now in a less appealing pose than she had been earlier when I was painting her, but she is still fucking perfect.