A Verdict for Love (5 page)

The alarm clock went off at 6 a.m. on
the Monday morning. Grace awoke stretching herself on the bed like
a beautiful young kitten. After finally stirring from the bed, she
groomed carefully for work. She brushed her long blonde hair slowly
and took care to make it look as soft and healthy as possible. She
applied her mascara and lipstick and then took her time in
selecting the right outfit.

She knew that Chiara liked her in
white because the woman’s eyes never left her when she wore it, so
that day she chose to wear a beautiful cream-colored turtleneck
sweater and a lovely pale blue skirt with simple but elegant
pumps.

The world looked beautiful that
morning. Grace’s delight with life was plain for all to see. When
she arrived at work, she sat contentedly at her desk, catching up
on various tasks—typing up memorandum, setting up court dates and
responding to e-mails. She looked like a young student sitting
there, so fresh and clean.

Chiara came in around ten that
morning, which was late for her. And, though Grace wanted very much
for her to be warm and tactile with her as she often was, Chiara
only smiled quietly and went to her office without stopping to
speak to her. Grace hoped that it was only that Chiara was simply
too busy to talk, but it was unusual even in that
instance.

The truth was that Chiara was having
serious second-thoughts about this attraction and wanted some time
to decide what to do about it. She didn’t want to take advantage of
Grace, yet she didn’t want to let an opportunity for such a
beautiful and erotic dance to pass her by. She was torn by this, so
she’d decided to play her cards very close to the chest for a few
days.

Chiara was typically a confident
woman, but she was a little unsure about whether Grace would
welcome further advances from her. She went back and forth in her
mind about whether Grace would have stopped the physical touching
had they not been interrupted on Friday night.

She was also worried about what might
happen if anyone in the firm discovered her attraction. If she
became embroiled in an affair with Grace it could endanger the
career she had worked so long and hard to build. She was deeply
conflicted by it all. It was exactly the kind of situation she had
studiously avoided and never hoped to find herself in.

The problem was that she couldn’t stop
desiring Grace and it seemed that, after what happened the
preceding Friday evening, Grace might even want her. Chiara was
almost certain the attraction was mutual.

Later that day any doubt was banished
when Grace came into her office at midday to ask her to sign some
papers.

Grace stood quietly beside Chiara and
watched her sign the documents. Both women felt the warmth of each
others’ bodies because of their nearness. When Chiara handed back
the documents, Grace looked at her with an unspoken question. It
was obvious that she wanted Chiara to say or do something, anything
to make her know she truly wanted her.

Their eyes locked and there was no way
that either of them could escape the reality of what they felt for
one another. It was more than just attraction. There was deep
mutual regard, with gentleness and love underneath it. But that
desire was rearing its head in the office at midday with the sun
streaming through the windows.

Grace couldn’t remove her gaze.
Neither of them spoke at all. The only sound was the escalation of
Chiara’s breathing. Grace heard it and knew what she wanted from
her. Chiara smelled the desire coming off of Grace.

There were big screaming signs in
Chiara’s head saying: ‘Don’t do this. Danger lies here. Don’t do
it.’ But, she silenced the voices by taking an action that she
scarcely understood herself. She stood and walked quickly to the
door, closed and locked it.

To others, this would simply indicate
that a private meeting was taking place. No one was going to knock
at the door.

She turned around to find that Grace
had followed her. They came close to each other then. Chiara smiled
at the younger girl and softly began touching Grace’s shoulders and
arms. She moved her mouth in very close to Grace’s lips and barely
touched them with hers. Their breasts pressed against each other
and their bodies began to move in matching undulations of
desire.

The smell of sex was present in the
air. It smelled of the sea. It smelled of deep yearning. It smelled
of womanhood. Grace was shaking all over with lust as Chiara began
kissing her deeply, moving her tongue in her mouth slowly and
softly, building in intensity but steadily and with
patience.

Grace began moaning and it was clear
that she wanted more. Wanted the touch to become bolder. Wanted to
be fucked. She wanted to fall on her knees and be taken. And when
Chiara began kissing her with greater violence she returned the
kiss with equal vigor. Their tongues traded mouths as they played
an erotic game with no rules. The desire became
palpable.

Grace grabbed Chiara’s hand and
begged, “Please, Chiara. I want you to touch my sex.”

Chiara said softly, “Say it again…I
want you to touch my sex…I want to hear it again.”

Grace said it urgently. “Please.
Chiara. Please. I want you to touch my sex. I need it
now.”

Chiara broke at that point. She could
no longer endure it. She ran her hands down and unzipped Grace’s
skirt. It fell to the floor with a whisper. She kissed her wildly
and then pushed Grace against the door and stared at
her.

“No. This won’t do. I have to have you
on the couch.”

Still embracing, they moved to the
sofa. Grace was wearing only her sweater with her panties and
pumps. She looked wantonly erotic in that moment and it was not
lost on Chiara.

Chiara sat down on the sofa and had
Grace stand in front of her. She removed the obstructing panties
and told Grace to sit on her lap…facing her with legs open. Grace
did so, wearing only her pumps while Chiara was still fully
dressed. Chiara spread open Grace’s cunt with her long
fingers.

“So wet,” Chiara murmured softly as
she began to finger her. There was a feeling of sin, delight,
passion, heart-pounding need between them as she pushed her strong
fingers in and out of the younger woman’s cunt. Grace’s sex gave
off a lovely slapping sound. Her wetness overwhelmed
Chiara.

Grace moved up and down slowly at
first, and then her motion became more heated. Their kisses became
more devouring with wet tongues and saliva and passion being passed
with their lips. Chiara felt Grace’s sex clenching on her fingers
and releasing, clenching and releasing. Grace came so wildly that
Chiara had to cover her mouth to keep others from hearing her
scream.

When it was over, Grace continued to
sit on her lap facing her with her legs spread open, breathing
hard. Chiara could feel the fluttering of the other’s young heart
against her chest. She held Grace for a long time that way as
neither wanted the moment to end.

There are times in this life when
passion comes and breaks all the rules usually followed. In those
moments a person is allowed to peek into something far beyond what
they normally experience. This was such a moment for these two
beautiful women—one older, one younger. Different women, but as one
they shared the exact same desire.

Almost everyone wants to experience
this kind of passion, and because it is such a divine gift, they
seldom say no. The consequences simply don’t matter. It is only
later that they can even think clearly enough to imagine where to
go next or what to do about what has happened.

Finally, they collected themselves
somehow. Chiara kissed Grace softly before she helped her put her
skirt back on. She zipped it for her and brushed her hair from her
eyes. Chiara softly kissed her on both cheeks, saying,

“You look so beautiful, Grace…I have
to go to court, but I’ll text you as soon as I can, all
right?”

Grace smiled at her and nodded her
head in the affirmative. They grasped hands standing face to face
and looked deeply into one another’s eyes, feeling the beauty of
the moment, holding onto it, not wanting it to end.

Slowly they walked to the door
together. Grace accompanied Chiara out of the office, holding some
files and making a show of handing them to her at the elevator
doors.

“Thanks, Grace,” Chiara said with a
sweet smile. Their hands touched briefly as she took the files from
Grace’s hand.

Their eyes locked.

Chiara grudgingly pressed the ‘down’
arrow, the doors shut and Grace returned to her desk
dreamily.

She sat quietly at her desk feeling
somehow that she was truly lost in a warm, erotic in-between place
somewhere close to sleep and far away from reality.

T
he
erotic exchanges that Chiara and Grace had shared left a huge
impact on both women. In the days that followed, they both had to
come to grips with the strong new emotions that had overtaken
them.

Ordinarily, Chiara
was
totally composed and organized. Yet,
after what had happened between them, she became almost clumsy. She
spilled her coffee in the midst of an important meeting. She was
unable to carry any thought to its conclusion and she had stammered
frequently in the same meeting. The other attorneys had caught this
sudden change in Chiara and smiled at each other thinking perhaps
she was losing her edge.

When Grace came into the room
unexpectedly to deliver an important message Chiara lost her train
of thought and her point in mid-sentence,

“And when the case comes up next week,
I will have all of the information needed to….”

She couldn’t finish what she was
saying. Her eyes were on Grace’s beautiful blonde hair and all she
could think of was how soft it had felt. She realized suddenly that
she was standing in front of her colleagues and tried to regain her
composure, but she simply stood helplessly.

Everyone waited in puzzlement.
Thankfully Grace left the room and she was able to finish the
presentation and conclude the meeting hastily. After everyone left
the conference room, she sat down in her chair and closed her eyes.
‘What is happening to me?’ she asked herself silently, ‘Why am I
unable to control my thoughts and feelings?’ She had no ready
answer.

It was as if Chiara was the innocent
one without experience in the ways of love and desire. This was
certainly not the case. She’d had many lovers during the course of
her life, and had on more than one occasion fallen into the lake of
desire and been consumed by its waters. But, this was
different.

She felt genuine love for Grace, not
just desire. She wanted to be with her all the time, to wake up
with her, to smell her perfume and watch her brush her teeth. She
wanted to sleep with her, hold her, share a life with
her.

‘How in the hell is it possible for me
to feel this way about a much younger woman so quickly?’ she asked
herself in puzzled fashion.

There was no easy answer to this
question, but as surely as the sun had risen, she was in love with
this young woman.

G
race, too, was having difficulty with the aftermath of the
shattering sex they had in Chiara’s office that day. She was unsure
of who she was anymore. Was she ready to be gay?

Even though she had balked
at the whole idea of marriage and was not about to settle for
anything LaGrange had to offer, she had never foreseen anything
like this
.
Such a
future would be more than a far cry from the life her parents had
hoped she’d lead…a civilized Southern lady with a respectable
husband and a house with a garden and a few children. This whole
affair with her boss would shock them. Hell, it was something
totally foreign to her but its very strangeness made it all the
more enticing.

Grace’s style and attitude had already
started transforming, and she probably couldn’t have stopped it
even if she wanted to. She started wearing more provocative attire
for a start. She began buying sexy lingerie and wearing it
regularly under white sweaters or low-cut blouses at work, hoping
and praying that Chiara would strip her naked again soon and devour
her once more. It was only Chiara’s attention she wanted but the
contrast between her innocent, young face and the provocative
clothes had a truly devastating impact on everyone who looked at
her. She was simply delicious to gaze at.

Grace felt a growing confidence in
herself and an impatience. When a couple of days had passed with no
further advance from Chiara she gathered her nerve and a stray
folder as a pretext. Inside, she stopped in front of her lover’s
desk.

Chiara looked up and held her hand out
for the file. Grace just dropped onto the chair behind her, stared
at her boss blatantly and whispered:

“Touch my sex, Chiara.”

Her blue eyes went animal-like and
hungry at that moment, the look of a beautiful sex-starved
animal.

Chiara couldn’t speak for a moment,
and her breath became quicker. The mere sound of that phrase,
“Touch my sex,” was enough to almost make her heart race with
excitement. She looked at Grace and smiled apologetically. She
said,