The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (21 page)

As the night went on, I noticed she got quieter and quieter and was just looking at me with those intense, dark, almond eyes. Eventually, she reached over and put her hand on my arm.

“Jake, would you like me to demonstrate some Chinese massage techniques that I know?”

I just nodded. We had both been drinking that night, more heavily than usual and the sexual chemistry was definitely there between us. She leaned over me and started massaging my chest gently. She pushed me back, so that I was lying flat on the bed, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I was feeling very aroused and lifted my hand to stroke her face and play with her long hair a little. She softly grinned, pushed me back and bent down, brushing the bare skin of my chest with her lips. Then suddenly, she opened her mouth wider and flicked my nipples with her little pink tongue. It felt absolutely amazing.

Tina’s massage and her tongue flicking my nipples was intensely arousing to me, but I suddenly became scared at the thought of damaging my friendship with her and with her brother. I sat up a little and pushed her away gently.

“Tina...I, I just don’t know about this. It feels weird. I mean, I like you a lot and

everything...but...,” I trailed off.

She smiled. “What is it, Jake? Aren't you enjoying this?”

“Well yes...but we've had so much fun hanging out. I just don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything.”

Tina laughed. “Oh, Jake. I really appreciate the fact that you would even think of that! You’re so sweet! But don’t worry about it. I like you too, and I value your friendship, but this doesn't have be anything more than a little bit of fun between the two of us. Are you cool with that? If you are, I am. I promise. I want you to see me as your little butterfly. Can I be your butterfly, just this once?”

I couldn't resist, and simply laid back and pulled Tina’s head over me. She bent down and started kissing me, slowly and passionately. Still being quite inexperienced, I let her lead, and she gently probed my mouth with her tongue, alternating between playing with my upper and lower lips with hers, nibbling softly.

Tina then unzipped my jeans and drew out my cock. She gasped a little and her eyes widened as she took in my size. She stroked my shaft and teased me with her mouth a little, licking and sucking up and down my cock. I moaned and laid back running my hands through her hair.

Eventually, she drew back and suddenly stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

She replied, “I just need to get something out of my bag...” She went to her suitcase and drew out a long, silk scarf. She came back to the bed and began to wrap the scarf around my eyes. I stiffened a little, and she drew back.

“Is everything OK? Do you mind if I blindfold you?”

I was remembering Elaine. It wasn't that I minded so much, it just simply brought back a flood of intense memories. “Um...it’s OK. It just reminds me of something. Can you just not use them so I can watch you enjoy me?”

Tina smiled again; her eyes were soft and inviting.

“We don’t need to use it then,” she whispered. With that, she lay the scarf aside, straddled me, and eased herself down over my rock hard cock. I was so hard that my cock was throbbing, aching almost painfully. Her pussy around me was slick, smooth and incredibly tight. She started rocking back and forth, slowly and surely, leaning forward a little with her hands on my chest.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” she said softly, “so thick and hard. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? This makes no sense...,” I knew what she meant, but she didn't understand how the parents always chastised their daughters for even knowing me. If you weren't Irish-American or Italian you were the minority in town, as was she, being oriental. Fortunately for her, her father owned the only Chinese restaurant in the area and was well liked. What would her ultra conservative parents think of me and her?

I’m not even sure how long we stayed in that position, but I know it was a while. Tina took things slow, but I remember watching her face shift and change as she began to move towards her climax. It took her quite some time to take all of me inside her, and I watched the slightly pained expression as she pushed to take me in deeper. She pressed herself against me avidly, hungrily. But she did something that was new to me: she looked deep into my eyes and held eye contact. This made the entire sexual experience much more intense and meaningful.

Tina was getting closer and closer to cumming, moving wildly back and forth, up and down my shaft, grinding her clit against me. “Fuck, you are a keeper...,” she softly gasped out. “Don’t fucking cum yet, I need to cum please, please just stay hard. I really, really need this,” she demanded.

Just then Tina rocked forward in one final push and clenched around me in climax, digging her perfectly manicured nails deep into my back. I let myself go as I thrust upwards into her, and the rush of pleasure came to the two of us simultaneously. We both cried out loudly. Tina stayed on top and kept me inside her for a few more minutes as she slumped forward, pressing her face into my neck. She finally drew herself off and curled up next to me. We laid there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other, not saying a word. It was very intimate, and sweet, we both knew that we could never be together.

That wasn't our only time together, as we stayed friends and kept in touch for many years

afterwards. Her rocky relationship with Richard went on and off, often with months being apart, and it wouldn't be uncommon for Tina to page me with 612 during her down times (or as cell phones came about, she would text me the same), the date I was labeled her butterfly, for a butterfly session. She knew I didn't sleep around, and our sessions were always mind blowing, always ending with her head on my chest just wondering. She even later got a butterfly tattoo on her hip, and I knew what it meant. With Tina, my little butterfly, I got my first taste of what intimacy and passion could really be. I will never forget her for that reason.

Kelli asked, “Did you keep in touch with her?”

“Well, after our prom experience we remained friends and used to hang out a lot with her brother at her house. I would see her boyfriend, Richard, from time to time. Eventually he became her fiancé. But whenever they were on the rocks and having trouble, Tina would call me up and we would get together for sex. This happened on several occasions. However, it got kind of complicated because she and Richard eventually got married. Believe it or not, I was invited to Richard’s bachelor party, and I saw something there that really disturbed me.”

“Oh?” said Kelli. “What was that?”

“Well, I saw Richard having raw, unprotected sex with a hooker. The prostitute was a complete stranger. I couldn’t believe it. Tina was so fragile, so sweet. I was incredibly disgusted with Richard’s actions. I really went back and forth, trying to decide if I should tell her about it or not. I knew that they really loved each other and I didn’t know if I wanted to get in the middle of that. It was a major dilemma.”

“What did you do?”

“I stayed quiet. I knew how she felt about him and I didn’t want to take anything away from her. I just couldn’t do it. Even after they got married, we stayed friends. Even after their marriage, whenever they had rocky times, she would call me.  She hated the fact on how
mechanical
he was during sex, never adventurous, always doing the same things, and loved the sex that we had, the stamina, the oral, I started becoming her sexual outlet.”

“Wow,” said Kelli, “that’s really special. Did you have any other experiences with women who were good friends?”

 “Yes,” Jake said, “during my career in IT, one of my main clients would often send me to his own home to make sure that the home computer was connecting into the office network. He had been married once before, a story for another time, but was now remarried. His new wife was often at the house when I was fixing the computer network there. One day I was working in the office and I noticed a photograph that was beautifully framed next to the computer. In it there was an incredibly attractive woman with a great smile. I asked my client’s wife, “Who is that?” She told me that it was her sister.

Intrigued, I asked if her sister was seeing anyone. With a laugh, she replied, “Oh, she’s single, but I’m not sure that you’re her type.” And with that she winked at me and walked away.  At that point, I really wasn't sure what she meant by that.  I was slightly hurt by her blunt statement, but I just let it go.

Three or four weeks later my client asked me to set up another computer; this time at his office building. He told me it was for a new company employee. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw the girl from the photo! The new employee was his wife’s gorgeous sister.

I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her, and discovered that she was as personable as she was beautiful. However, as we chatted, I started looking around her office and had a startling realization. All of the art on the walls and the books on the shelves gave something away. It slowly dawned on me: she was gay! The dead giveaway was the gay pride flag that she proudly pinned on her cork board. That is what her sister had meant by ‘not her type’.

Fortunately, I realized this fact in time to keep from making a fool of myself, and Kara and I actually really hit it off. Starting that day, we developed a close friendship and would often spend time together after work shopping at the mall, getting lunch, talking about our dates, and even partying at clubs in Manhattan.

After three or four years of friendship, while Kara was in a serious relationship with another woman, she and I decided to go to a particular club in the city. At the club people were playing with glow sticks, the type that you can wear around your neck, and smaller ones that people passed around orally. Some of the girls, including Kara and her girlfriend, started passing around tiny glow sticks with their teeth. All the girls involved were other lesbians who knew Kara. The game of passing the glow sticks was just between them, leaving me out of it, I would slowly tip toe my way to the bar as they flirted with each other. But as the night went on, we got more and more drunk, and then Kara levitated towards me and surprised me by passing a glow stick to me with her mouth, kissing me in the process. This happened a few different times, and initially I wrote it off as drunken friendly fun. The final time it happened as Kara passed the stick to me, she actually kissed me more passionately and with a little bit of tongue. She then nibbled on my bottom lip. It was obvious to me that something more was going on.

To avoid hurting our tight friendship, I excused myself from the group, and made my way to the clubs unisex bathroom.  It was a large 40 x 80 room with urinals on one side and stalls on the other.  Drugs were prevalent in the club, "E" or "X" or cocaine were often the sight.  I never used the urinals, as gay men would often look over and make you feel uncomfortable, so I waited in line to use the stall.  When I entered inside, and finished urinating, I cleaned myself, and turned around to exit the stall, only to find a short drunk girl staring at me.  She had snuck in the stall with me, and she said, "I've been watching you all night dancing with those hot girls, I want to suck you, pull your pants back down and let's fuck now, in the stall."

I smiled and said, "Listen, ummm, I’m gay, we are all just hanging out having a good time, is that ok?" I don't know why I said that, as Kara's kiss was still fresh on my mind.

"You ARE gay?!  How can you turn this down?" she proclaimed in big disbelief.

Indeed she was hot, great body, beautiful hair, skin, and eyes..., but just to fuck me like that, without knowing me was a big turn off.  I pushed her drunk ass aside, and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Listen; there are tons of guys here. I'm sure someone will want their dick sucked, just not me." 

I exited the stall, and as soon I as left, Kara was standing right outside just looking and laughing at me, nodding her head.

On our way home, I shared a cab with Kara and several other girls back to Hoboken, NJ, where I left my car to drive everyone home. We dropped the girls off one by one and she and I were left alone together in the car. When we arrived at Kara's house, she looked over at me and gave me that look, that special look, that ‘fuck me face’ we all joke about. I recognized it immediately.

"Jake, you are all over the road, come inside, the alcohol is hitting you hard," she whispered in her drunk voice, holding my wrist.

"I love you as a friend, you have been amazing to me and I don't want to lose you."

I was unbelievably shaky, and sheer butterflies ripped through me.  We were both heavily drunk, and both had the attraction to one other. My mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay.  I paused and stared into her eyes; I knew I had to say something smooth soon. As Kara invited me into her house, I was suspicious of her motives. I suspected she wanted more.

When we went inside the house things got intense.  She poured us both some wine and we started chatting. I told her about some of my sexual history, including the stories of Elaine and Tina. I had mentioned Elaine to her before, but Kara was a great listener and this time I went into more detail about my experiences.

I wanted her to open up too, so I asked her when she had known that she was a lesbian and that she didn’t like men anymore. Kara said that when she was younger she had been experimenting with her sexuality. She had spent some time on a rich man’s yacht, boating along the Jersey Shore in the summer. At the time, she was the only woman on board, with several young guys in their twenties.