Sapphic Cowboi (26 page)

She told Joan about her apartment and how
she had been fortunate to find it through friends who didn’t want
to rent it out for summer rentals as it would get trashed. The
money was nice but not the headaches. It was one of several they
owned in a row. The apartments were actually on the islands in
Newport Bay.

The 55 ended into Costa Mesa and they drove
through to Newport Beach and over the bridge onto Balboa Island.
Multi-Million dollar homes were on these islands. They were crammed
into every available space.

Grace told Joan how lucky she was to live in
the boonies as Joan had told her of Wisconsin. Joan lived in a
central Wisconsin town called Wausau. She had moved there after her
divorce with her three sons. She had a gallery there in an old
converted building downtown. Her apartment was upstairs and
convenient. Her sons were grown now. Her youngest in college. Her
oldest had even made her a grandma last year.

As they drove down a street on the island
they came to a security booth. The officer looked up and saw Grace.
Waving he pushed a button that opened the gate. They pulled up in
front of Graces apartment and she parked the Jaguar. Grace walked
up to her front door and unlocked it; opening it she let Joan
precede her into the front room. Grace showed her around. To Joan’s
right was a kitchenette to her left the living room. Further into
the living room a hallway that led elsewhere. Opening her blinds
onto a beautiful water frontage Joan asked about the dock in front
of the apartment.

“You have a boat?”

“No, I always wanted one. Just never took
the time to actually GET one.” Grace smiled.

Grace went into the kitchen and pulled out a
bottle of wine. Holding it aloft to show Joan she silently asked if
Joan wanted some. Joan nodded and Grace proceeded to fill two wine
glasses full. Carrying the wine bottle under her arm and the two
wine glasses in her hands she went to sit on the sofa. Joan joined
her there. Grace handed her one of the glasses, a deep emerald
green with cuts in the crystal. Joan found her hand was shaking a
little. Grace noted that as well.

“Relax.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” Joan
lied.

“Don’t you?” Grace raised her eyebrows in
question.

Smiling wryly down in to her glass Joan
lifted it for a drink. It ended up being quite a gulp and she
almost choked. Coughing and laughing she did indeed relax. They
resumed their conversation. The talk was easy and non-invasive.
Just two people getting to know one another.

Joan told her about living in CA all those
years ago. Repeating some of the story that had been told at the
party. She told a very small amount about her disastrous marriage.
How she had only been 18 when she married. Her first son born at
19. Her second at 21 and her third at 23. By then the marriage had
turned very sour.

“What can I say? I was young, naive, and in
love with the idea of a happily ever after marriage. The sad thing
is once he drained my bank account he went after my mom’s and once
that was gone, so was he.”

“Actually, the happily ever after is what a
lot of people dream for. They don’t realize that Cinderella or Snow
White probably had stretch marks, that their nails broke washing
the castle, and that they got fat with age and children.” They
shared a laugh at the image this portrayed.

It was relaxing and the time flew. It was
1:00 before they knew it. For Joan it was even later with the time
difference. Stifling a yawn, she put down her empty glass. The wine
bottle was now empty with their concerted efforts. Joan realized
something right then. Her apparent prejudice against psychiatrists
and psychologists was gone or at least against this particular one.
Grace was easy to talk to. Not only that, Joan liked hearing what
she had to say. It wasn’t judgmental. Her life hadn’t been any
easier than Joan’s. She was human. She was real. Looking over at
Grace she realized how much she liked this person. How attracted
she was to this person. How much she wanted to BE WITH this
person.

Grace had been watching Joan throughout the
afternoon and evening. Talking with her at the show she immediately
sensed Joan’s diverse intelligence. That had drawn her immediately.
Her body was attractive as well. She had to be about 5’7”. Just 2”
shorter than Grace’s 5’9”. She held herself tall and walked with an
easy going gate. Her incredibly long brown hair was held back with
clips and it flowed past her waist. The red streaks in it looked
natural and were. The clothes she wore flowed along her body. She
wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination. She was big boned
but not fat. Her face was round but well defined with high
cheekbones. Dark green eyes were framed by dark brown thick
eyelashes and eyebrows. Her nose was cute and not too long. Her
lips drew you in. It was her smile though that really made her
pretty. Her teeth weren’t perfectly straight. She wasn’t beautiful
but when she laughed it made her seem so.

Grace had watched her as they talked all
evening. She was unconscious about the flow of her own body
movements. Grace thought of this as her artistic movements. Joan
would have laughed and called these her autistic movements had she
but known Graces thoughts. Grace watched her effortlessly fit into
the party and chat with the people she had known. Making new
friends from complete strangers. She hadn’t been the life of the
party but her diverse interests made her easy to talk to. She drew
people to her. A lot of people would have had trouble just fitting
in at a stranger’s party, especially a gay stranger’s party. Not
Joan. It hadn’t troubled her in the slightest.

The more she watched and listened and talked
the more aware of the attraction she became. Kissing Joan in the
car had scared her. She was scared that she had frightened off this
intelligent, amazing, woman. So far though Joan didn’t show any
signs of bolting. Grace was determined to proceed with care. She
wanted to KNOW this woman, intimately.

Watching her hide the yawn she suddenly
realized how late it was for Joan. Apologizing she offered her the
couch or the bed, whichever Joan preferred.

Caught off balance she stammered her reply
“but I thought, I thought that you...” and she trailed off.
Blushing at her apparent misunderstanding Joan turned slightly
away.

Realizing that Joan was embarrassed Grace
quickly went to reassure her. Leaning over on the couch she caught
her by the shoulder and turned her back. Joan’s head rose to look
her in the face. “I didn’t want to do anything that you didn’t want
to do. Okay?”

Nodding but mute Joan looked for that spark
she had seen before. It was there in Graces eyes. Again something
seemed to reach out between them. Joan leaned slightly forward and
met Grace halfway in a searing kiss. It didn’t end. Before she knew
it Joan found herself pushed back on the couch with Grace half over
her. She could feel the desire in her own body. Her crotch was wet
with it and pulsing. Grace’s beautiful body was pressed against her
own and her hands were caressing her. Joan’s own hands were
kneading Graces shoulders, pulling at her, sliding down her back to
pull her even more on top of Joan. Grace deepened the kisses,
drawing a half moan from Joan. Panting heavily Grace pulled back.
Looking deep in Joan’s eyes she asked “Are you sure?”.

Joan whispered breathlessly “Very.”

At this Grace stood up, pulling herself up
and off Joan. It took a second to get her balance. Looking down at
a bewildered Joan she held out her hand and pulled Joan up and off
the couch. Planting a kiss on her lips Grace led Joan down the
hallway. Her bedroom was decorated with modern furniture. Cold and
sterile. A small lamp was switched on by the bedside. Joan could
see into a bathroom across from the bed.

Leading Joan to the bedside she took her in
her arms and just held her. Joan relaxed in her arms, pulled
slightly back and looked up into Graces face. Bending slightly
Grace met Joan in a kiss. It wasn’t enough for either of them.
Grace quickly began to undress Joan. Joan tried to follow suit but
was nervous and inept. Stilling Joan’s shaking hands, Grace put the
hands on Grace’s body in mute appeal for caresses. This Joan did
understand, want, and could do. Swiftly Grace took off Joan’s
flowing blouse. Underneath was a satin push up bra. Surprised at
this Grace took the time to kiss along the top of Joan’s breasts.
Throwing the blouse to a chair, Grace unhooked the bra from in
front and Joan’s breasts spilled out into Graces face. Grace buried
her nose between them.

Joan was watching with a detached air. She
wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Grace obviously knew what she
was doing and Joan tried to follow her lead. Joan’s hesitant hand
on Graces body was doing more than Joan realized. Grace was already
losing control. She took deep breathes and calmed herself. She
didn’t want to scare Joan at the intensity of her passion. Not yet.
Not when it was all so new to Joan.

“Are you all right?” Joan asked.

“Yes, it’s just that I want you. Immensely.
But I don’t want to frighten you.” Grace breathed in her ear.

“It’s all right, I’m not frightened. If
something doesn’t feel right, I’ll let you know.”

With that Grace felt much better and began
raining kisses down Joan’s neck and chest, leading to her breasts
that were spilt out of the bra. Pulling the bra off the rest of the
way, Grace threw it on the blouse. Reaching for Joan’s pants
fastener Joan stopped her. Grace looked up to see the desire
flooding Joan’s eyes. Joan reached to remove the blazer that Grace
was wearing. That too wound up on the chair. Joan gently began
unfastening the buttons to Graces baby blue blouse, a lot more
competent and not shaking now. Her fingertips grazed Graces flesh.
Pushing the blouse off her shoulders the whole thing was stopped
because they hadn’t unfastened the buttons at the wrists. Grace was
effectively trapped in her own blouse. Joan’s shoulders began to
shake with laughter. After a moment of frustration, Grace joined
her in laughing at their predicament. This eased the tension a bit
and relaxed both of them. Pulling the blouse back on she quickly
released her wrists and threw off the blouse. After a moment’s
hesitation Joan unfastened the bra holding in Graces breasts. This
too was discarded. Joan stopped, uncertain and nervous. Grace
lifted her chin with one finger and gently kissed her, which
soothed her fears, igniting more of her passion. Joan wasn’t sure
how this immense attraction had come about but she wanted this
woman more than she could bear. In short order they were both
standing there naked. Joan shyly looked everywhere but AT Graces
body. Grace had no qualms and looked lustfully over Joan’s.

Pulling her in for an embrace, Grace could
feel the tension in Joan’s body. The unfamiliarity of a woman’s
body was scaring her, despite her wantings. Grace soothed her with
gentle caresses. Nothing intimate. Just gentle caresses. Soon Joan
was returning those caresses and reaching to Grace for a kiss. Joan
surprised Grace with the intensity of the passion that came with
that kiss. Grace wondered if Joan was as aware of what she was
doing as Grace was. She didn’t think so. The caresses became more
fevered and gently intimate. They both wanted it, they craved it.
The first touch below her navel had Joan making small moaning
noises, unaware how inflaming they were, they coincided with her
harsh breathing from the kisses they were exchanging. Graces hand
circled lower to Joan’s lower hair. Definitely red in color, her
fingers stretched through it, touching lightly. Joan took her own
hand and pressed Graces harder against her crotch, slightly
grinding it in, her hips pushing against the hands. Surprised,
Grace granted her wish.

At the first touch of her clit Joan’s knees
began to buckle. Grace lowered her to the bed and began making love
to her in earnest. No hesitation. Determined caresses meant to
arouse her. Joan was nibbling along Graces shoulder but she
actually bit her when Grace touched her wet crotch. Moaning in a
pleading sort of way, Joan was on fire. Grace set out to put more
fuel on the fire by placing a finger inside of her and moving
slowly. Joan bucked up at that hand. Two fingers and she was
moaning, shamelessly. Grace knew her own crotch was wet from these
goings on. She placed Joan’s other hand on her own crotch and
cringed a little at how zealously Joan imitated her. Slowing her
down a little to an even rhythm had them both in ecstasy. Grace
came quickly. She knew her body well and knew the desires that had
been building all night. She captured Joan’s mouth again with her
own and deepened the kisses; deeply her tongue plunged, imitating
her fingers. She could tell by the gushing moisture on her hand and
the moans coming from Joan how close she was to a climax. Grace
captured Joan’s scream in her mouth as she came. Grace didn’t stop
the rhythm though. She continued until Joan had come a second time.
Little cries followed for a time. Grace was amazed at the power of
Joan’s climax. Smiling to herself at what she had caused, she lay
down next to her, kissing her breasts and her mouth, in a thank
you. Soothing caresses followed. Not wanting to frighten her by
doing other things to her, Grace decided not to proceed any further
tonight.

When their breathing had returned to normal,
Grace rose and went to the bathroom to clean up. As she had left so
abruptly, Joan was confused. She laid there stunned. Her own
insecurities surfaced and she thought she had done something wrong.
Joan was about to follow to the bathroom when Grace returned with a
warm wash cloth. She proceeded to wash between Joan’s legs much to
her mortification. Joan reached for the cloth to finish and Grace
let her knowing she needed to adjust. Joan was surprised and then
embarrassed at the amount of cum that she was cleaning up. It
seemed to be never ending. Finally she rose to go to the bathroom
and finish cleaning herself.