IV.
Michelle's eyes opened. At first, she was disoriented...she felt a dull, aching sensation just behind her eyeballs.
She looked over toward one of the windows. The curtains were drawn, but enough light came through...it was definitely late morning.
Michelle tried to sit up - and immediately wished she hadn't. All at once, the room started to tilt, and Tito Puente's rhythm section started playing a rhumba in her skull.
She closed her eyes, moaned softly, and fell backwards onto the mattress. She felt sick - her head by now was throbbing in a rhythm of pain. She grabbed the pillow next to her and pulled it over her head.
Please, Goddess...let - me - die...
The door popped open. Michelle caught a whiff of double-dark French expresso roast.
"Que tal, mija?"
Michelle peeked out from under the pillow.
The olive-skinned, dark-haired beauty in the door was clad in one of her old dorm-shirts, holding a tray with two steaming cups, a carton of half-and-half, two spoons, and a small bowl with sugar. She sat on the edge of the bed and offered one cup to Michelle.
"You like yours sin leche, sin zucar, no?"
Michelle moved the pillow to one side. "Lina - right?"
"Si," she smiled brightly.
Slowly, Michelle sat up. She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, then opened them. Carefully, she took the cup from Lina and sipped. "'Sgood," she nodded.
"Not as good as yours, I think."
Michelle took another sip. "What are you doing here?"
Lina looked hurt. "You asked me to spend the night."
"WHAT?!?"
Lina smiled seductively, caressing Michelle's face. "And we made love, mija...passionate love - "
Michelle turned away, but Lina turned her face back, gazing into her eyes intently. "We made exquisite love, mi amor...you kissed my flesh all over - "
Michelle shook her head. No, no, no -
" - I felt your sweet tongue all over my breasts - "
Oh - my - god - what - have - I - done - ?
" - and when you went down on mi pozo with your beautiful mouth - "
"STOP IT!!" Michelle screamed suddenly.
Lina gave her a hurt look. "Por que, mija?"
Michelle pulled away and rose from the bed, spilling her coffee. The room tilted as she stumbled across the floor, catching herself on the dresser. "I - I was drunk last night - "
Lina smiled. "We were wasted, mija - but not that wasted - "
"I don't believe you!" Michelle said, almost hysterically. "Who the hell are you - ?"
She glared at Lina, wild-eyed. Lina simply gazed at Michelle. She smiled - began to chuckle - and finally laughed out loud. Michelle glared at her. "What's so funny?" she demanded.
Lina kept laughing for several seconds. "I had you going, didn't I?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Lina laughed, "When I came to bed last night, you were so out of it, I don't think a whole bandera could have gotten you awake."
Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Then we didn't - ?" Lina shook her head. Slowly, Michelle went back to the bed and sat down.
Lina put her hand on top of Michelle's. "Not that I didn't want to."
Michelle turned her head away. The events of last night began to come back to her...
...mainly, how Lina had managed to do with nothing more than her lips and tongue on her hand what five different men had failed to do ramming their stiffened cocks up and down inside her vagina (and on one occasion, between her breasts).
And that kiss...!!
Michelle turned back to Lina. She curled her fingers gently around Lina's.
"I'm sorry..." she said.
Lina smiled. "It's okay, mija - I understand - "
"I mean, I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night."
* * *
Michelle felt much better after eating the breakfast Lina whipped up. She served huevos y tomates con salsa mojito (which she concocted from various citrus fruits in Michelle's kitchen)and toast with strong black espresso roast coffee and aspirin on the side.
Good in the kitchen too, I see. I could really learn to hate this woman.
Instead, Michelle found herself more and more drawn to her.
After the kitchen was cleaned up, Michelle and Lina found themselves back on the sofa, sipping their fifth and third cups of coffee, respectively. They gazed at each other with guarded affection - from the safe distance of opposite corners of the sofa.
"I won't hide it that I'm very attracted to you," said Lina, frankly.
Michelle didn't respond for a moment. Instead, she studied Lina's face - her deep brown eyes and her beautiful, soft and sensuous mouth...
Thinking of the way they'd kissed the previous night caused a tingling sensation between Michelle's thighs. Part of her wanted to lunge forward and crush her mouth against Lina's, sucking her tongue hungrily into her own mouth, tasting her, exploring her -
"I'd - I'd like to see you again," Michelle said simply.
"I want to see you again as well," replied Lina.
Again, a momentary silence. Then, Michelle said, "I - I don't know if I can - be what you want - "
"I do," smiled Lina. She stood up, stretched, and disappeared into the bedroom. Michelle simply sat on the sofa, sipping her coffee, thinking about the way she and Lina had kissed...
...and how she'd brought her to the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, doing no more than kissing her hand.
Lina emerged from the bedroom a moment later, wearing a pair of Michelle's jeans and one of her sweatshirts. She was holding her red dress from the previous night in one hand.
"I hope you don't mind, mija," she said.
Michelle shook her head. She stayed put as Lina went over to the little phone table where she'd left her handbag the previous night. Michelle watched as she stuffed her dress into the handbag, then picked up a pen and scribbled something on one of her "post-it" notes.
Michelle got up slowly and walked over to Lina. Slowly, she took her hand.
Lina said, "You'll call me, soon?"
Michelle nodded. Lina smiled, slipping her arms around Michelle. Michelle returned the embrace, and they hugged for a moment. Then, Michelle turned to the phone table, picked up the pen and scribbled her number on another post-it, handing it to Lina. "In case you don't hear from me," she said. "Sometimes, I get busy."
Lina nodded.
Slowly, gently, she placed a hand against Michelle's cheek, leaned forward, and kissed her lips softly. Not passionately - but with tenderness and emotion.
Michelle's eyes remained closed after Lina had pulled back with a soft smack. "I see you soon, no?" asked Lina. Michelle nodded, her eyes still closed.
Michelle head the door close and Lina's footsteps growing fainter as she headed toward the stairs. She finally opened them and sighed.
She still felt a bit queasy and light-headed. She went back to the sofa nad lay down.
A picture of Lina's sultry face and dark eyes entered her mind.
Slowly, her hand came to rest between her thighs.
She turned onto her back. Her fingers crept into her panties, and started through the curly hair of her pubes - lower, lower...
Michelle spent the next two hours doing in her imagination what she hadn't been awake to do the night before.