Ten years ago, I was the defendant yet again. I had no doubt in my mind that that
tag was going to be engraved on my tombstone:
“Here lies the perpetual defendant HAILEY MARIE GONZALES - May she rest in peace
and time served.”
And based on my condition that last time, I figured that my ass was going to be
planted under a tombstone very soon. I was twenty years old and now facing the Judge for
the seventh time in four years. This time it was really serious. Not only had I violated
my probation yet again, but I was also driving while intoxicated on a revoked drivers`
license and crashed head-on into a convenience store; just after I had robbed it. It was
only by the grace of God that nobody was hurt, but now I was looking at doing some really
serious time in the state pen. I weighed a meager ninety-six pounds soaking wet, my arms
were all tracked up and my once light almond skin was now jaundice. I shook like a leaf, I
had completely shaved off my one time long and shiny jet black hair; and just about any
place that could be on my now very frail 5`5 frame was pierced and had some sort of metal
stud or ring dangling out of it. Yep, I was a true to form Anglo-Mexican
alcoholic-junkie; and a lesbian to boot.
After getting me off the previous six times with a slap on the wrist, community
service and probation, the attorney that my parents had hired refused to defend me again.
So here I sat in the court room of the same cantankerous old Judge with a green attorney
from the Public Defenders Office who was at the most four years older than me. But as I
sat beside my baby-faced attorney at the defendants` desk in the cold court room, I was
actually welcoming the idea of going to prison for a very long time. I had nothing left
on the inside and the outside wasn`t too far behind. I was just a ninety-six pound hunk
of flesh with no soul or life force left. I was nothing more than a floating piece of
human wreckage, slowly sinking into the dismal and primordial ooze. I figured that God
had made a terrible oversight when he created me and that the only place for somebody with
no preset divine destiny and who`s body wouldn`t die was prison. And given the
prosecuting attorney that the D.A`s office had assigned to my case this time around;
that`s exactly where I was going.
Thirty-one year old Assistant District Attorney Lindsay Whitmore was well known to
have no stomach for plea bargaining and she was notorious for succeeding in putting scum
like me away, regardless of how good their defense was. She was referred to in the
underworld as the wicked bitch of the D.A.`s office and on that faithful day ten years
ago, I was her target. Though I had heard her name many times in all my trips through the
courts and jails, I had never actually seen her. So, when Lindsay walked into the court
room that morning, I initially thought I was having an acid flashback or some other kind
of drug induced hallucination. Assistant D.A. Lindsay Whitmore was the spitting image of
the movie actress Laura Linney and the character she played in the movie “Primal Fear”
with Richard Gere and Edward Norton. As I watched her stride up to the prosecution desk
on her beautifully toned long legs, topped off by a perfectly round and firm ass wrapped
in a designer business skirt, I was temporarily captivated. With the high heeled shoes on
her feet, she was easily six feet tall with a lean and slender torso, round and perky
D-cup breasts, toned shoulders, willowy arms, sensual hands, dark red fingernails, long
and sleek neck topped off with gorgeous flowing blonde hair that perfectly accentuated the
alabaster skin of her angelic face and draped down to the tops of her shoulder blades. As
I watched Lindsay open her briefcase, remove what I assumed was my file and then mingle
with the other attorneys at her desk, I felt something stir deep inside of me that I
hadn`t felt in a long time: Life! And it took the form of sexual arousal. I couldn`t
believe it. With all that was happening, all that I had been through and all that lie
ahead of me at that moment, there I was getting turned on by the woman that was probably
going to send me to prison.
After my lawyer bumbled and babbled his way through my defense, Lindsay Whitmore
was mesmerizing and almost hypnotic to me as she presented the state`s case against me to
the Judge in a sensual and dare I say deep sexy voice. She was charismatic in the
extreme, incredibly articulate and an amazingly eloquent public speaker. There was a
tremendous aura of confidence, intelligence, charm and savvy whit emanating from every
fiber of her being. Lindsay Whitmore was everything that I had ever wanted to be:
Beautiful, confident, intelligent, well educated, fashionable and very sexy. And as I
listened to her read the laundry list of charges to the Judge, as well as my impressive
repertoire of criminal offenses, I picked up something in her voice that I didn`t expect
at all: Compassion. With her reputation of ruthlessness preceding her, I was expecting a
cold, vindictive and heartless bitch that was totally incapable of human feeling. But I
distinctively heard hints of compassion and concern in her voice for this very troubled
and sick young woman, as she referred to me. When she finished her summation she took her
seat directly across the aisle from me and crossed her legs slowly and sexily. For a
split second, I actually entertained the notion that she might be teasing me. She glanced
over at me and I felt my lips form a smile for the first time in God knows how long.
Lindsay merely raised her eyebrows like Mr. Spock at me and turned her glance away.
When it was all said and done, the Judge sentenced me to ten years in prison;
basically for being a habitual fuck up! I ended up serving six years of the sentence and
was paroled almost six years to the very day that I was sentenced. One of the questions
they ask you at your parole hearing is: “Do you feel that you`ve been rehabilitated?” Not
only had I been rehabilitated, I had been virtually reborn. Having it strongly
recommended to me that I go to a twelve step recovery program when I first arrived, I have
since found sobriety and a new design for living that really works. When I was paroled, I
weighed 128 pounds versus the 96 I weighed when I came in. My hair had completely grown
back and it was as jet black, beautiful, long and shiny as ever. My skin had no more
track marks and had returned to its normal shade of light almond for my body had healed.
I no longer shook like a leaf for I was now well nourished; I exercised daily and for the
first time in my life, loved the way I looked. I could actually call myself hot; God
knows a lot of the girls on the unit sure did. But then again, their girls in prison; may
not be the best place to judge your physical appeal. But most important of all, I was
alive again on the inside. I was no longer just a hunk of flesh or a piece of human
wreckage sinking into the primordial ooze of life; my soul had been restored to me,
completely refurbished by God himself and I lived each day filled with hope and peace.
The light and sparkle in my deep blue eyes was noticed by everyone at my meetings.
The day I was released was also my twenty-seventh birthday. And as my heart sang
at the joy of being free, it also wept at the same time. Being really optimistic and
excited about the life that lay ahead of me, I was also heartbroken for I was leaving
behind someone very special. Marta and I had been lovers for the last three years. Marta
was twenty years older than me and she had taught me so much about life and about love.
She had already been in prison for fifteen years when I arrived and our relationship had
started out almost like a mother and daughter. But the longer we knew each other, the
closer we got and it ultimately led to a very deep and passionate romantic relationship.
Not only had Marta been my lover, she had also been my inside twelve step sponsor and
spiritual advisor. She was a wonderful human being, but unfortunately would never see the
outside of a prison again. She was serving two life sentences for two counts of capital
murder. Yes I know that sounds strange to say that a person serving two life sentences
for capital murder could be such a wonderful human being, but it`s true! People can and
do change in prison for the good.
I returned to my hometown of Miami, Florida and moved back in with my parents. My
father is originally from Mexico City and my mother is from London; hence came my unusual
name combination of Hailey Marie Gonzales. I found a home twelve step group, got actively
involved and met wonderful people. Over the next four years, I did a series of odd jobs
and remained very active in my home group. I finally got to meet my correspondence
sponsor on the outside and she became a dear friend and soon learned everything there is
to know about me. I started sponsoring other women and began corresponding with women
currently in prison who wanted to recover. I was very open about my lesbianism but was
not really interested in getting involved with anyone. It was particularly hard on the
men in my group, for they confirmed what I had begun to believe while still inside and
what the women on my unit, plus dear Marta had told me: I was hot!
By the time I turned thirty, I was living in my own apartment and working at a
coffee shop not too far from the criminal justice district and courthouse where the
journey into my new life had began. I had also been clean and sober for ten years and was
going to college part time; studying the law. By some miracle, my drivers` license had
been restored to me and a good friend in the program employed me on occasion as a driver
in his own limousine and private car service. Though the memory of hopelessness and
despair of my existence ten years ago never left me; I could no longer truly fathom how I
once felt like that. Life was really wonderful.
One afternoon, I was working with a young lady that I sponsor in recovery and I was
talking to her about the amends process as we clean up the wreckage of our past. As we
talked, I suddenly began to realize that though I had made all my amends, I had never
taken the time to reach out to and thank the people who had played an intricate part in my
early salvation. So after talking to my sponsor, I made a list of people that I needed to
thank for saving me from certain death at the hands of alcoholism and addiction. I
tracked down the police officers who first responded to the accident and pulled me from my
burning car after I crashed into that convenience store that long ago night. I tracked
down the paramedics that revived me on the scene, then the doctors and nurses at the
hospital who sewed me back together. None of them remembered me at all, but they were all
extremely moved and humbled by my gesture of goodwill. Then it was time to track down the
cantankerous old Judge who had sentenced me. Unfortunately I came to discover that he had
passed away a few years earlier. I made all of these rounds in one day and when I crawled
into bed that night, I felt incredibly peaceful and serene. As I pulled the covers up
over me and shut my eyes, I heard a soft still voice deep in my mind and it spoke one
word: Lindsay.
I sprang up instantly and flipped on the light beside my bed. I had completely
forgotten to thank the one person who was probably more responsible for my still being
alive than anyone else on Earth: Assistant District Attorney Lindsay Whitmore. Had she
not been assigned to my case, I very possibly could have escaped going to prison and would
quite certainly have been dead and buried a long time ago. I quickly jotted her name down
on a pad of paper beside my bed, then promptly got down on my knees and thanked God for
reminding me of her. As I slid back down under the covers, I began to recall the last
time I had seen Lindsay Whitmore in my mind. With the passage of ten years, I had no
doubt that she was no longer just an Assistant D.A., but more likely the D.A. herself or
maybe even a United States Attorney or even been appointed to the bench.
I was at work at the coffee shop by five the next morning and Lindsay Whitmore was
still going through my mind. I needed to find her and thank her as soon as I could. My
plan was to head back down to the criminal justice district and courthouse after my shift
and search her out. Surely that is where she`d be; and if she wasn`t, somebody could tell
me where I could find her now. The early morning rush from six till nine passed smoothly,
but was feverishly busy; then came the lull period from about ten till noon. It was just
after eleven and I was going over some inventory invoices with my back to the front
counter. I heard the front door open and the door alarm ding indicating that it had done
so. I finished jotting down a note on the clipboard inventory sheet and then turned
around to greet the customer. I felt a tremendous rush of excitement and shock pass
through my body and my heart began to pound. Lindsay Whitmore was standing directly
across the counter from me. Though ten years had passed and she was now forty-one years
old, she still looked incredible. Except for her hair being a darker shade of blonde, her
face being a little more worn, lines around her mouth and with deep bags under her eyes,
she looked every bit as beautiful, sophisticated and sexy as she had that morning in court
ten years ago. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn`t get any of it to come
up, so I just said:
“What can I get for you, ma`am?”
Lindsay ordered a tall, double latte with an extra shot of espresso. I made it
myself as I had one of the other employees take her money and make change. My heart was
racing and my breath was short as I worked. I couldn`t believe that she was here. It was
a miracle. I had been working at this coffee shop for nearly three and a half years and I
had never once seen her here before. Lindsay came around to the pick up counter wearing a
stunning navy blue pants suit and silk blouse and had her laptop case slung over her
shoulder. I finished her latte and set down on the counter in front of her and smiled at
her. I still could not get the words I needed to say out. Lindsay picked up the latte.
“Thank you so much.” She said in her still deep, sensual and sexy voice.
Lindsay parted her full and luscious ruby lips that were masterfully painted with
crimson lipstick and beamed a gorgeous, sparkling white smile at me. Lindsay took her
latte, turned on her heals and walked away from the counter and I caught a whiff of her
fragrance. I couldn`t put my finger on what brand of perfume it was exactly, but it was
nothing short of heavenly, no doubt very expensive and it attuned perfectly with her body
chemistry. As my eyes followed her to the door, I didn`t realize initially that they were
caressing every inch of her divine femininity. I was gawking after this woman, and it
wasn`t until my co-worker elbowed me in the side did I snap out of it. As I shook my
head, I realized that I had sweat running down my cheeks and most surprising of all: My
pussy was wet. I quickly collected myself and felt so foolish for reacting the way I had.
Here I had wanted to thank this woman for saving my life and when she is suddenly placed
right in front of me, I react like a star struck, horny high school nerd coming face to
face with the head cheerleader. I glanced out the front windows and my stomach jumped
into my throat. Lindsay was sitting herself down at one of the patio tables with her
laptop open and was lighting a cigarette. Without even thinking, I told my co-workers
that I was taking my break. I quickly pulled off my apron and visor as I hurried around
the counter and quickly into the ladies room. I checked myself in the mirror and
straightened my hair. I rolled up my apron and visor in a ball and tossed them behind the
counter as I headed out of the ladies room and toward the front door.
I stepped out on to the patio into the reasonably comfortable morning air. Lindsay
was sitting at one of the patio tables in the corner, still under the shade of the roof.
She was scrolling through something on her laptop computer and taking a drag off her
cigarette. I took a deep breath and walked over to her table, going around the opposite
side so I could face her directly.
“Excuse me, Ms. Whitmore?” I began.
“Yes?” Lindsay replied.
“I don`t know if you remember me. I doubt you do; my name is Hailey Gonzales. You
were the Assistant D.A. who prosecuted a case against me about ten years ago.” I
continued.
Lindsay slowly sat back in her chair and stared at me, taking another drag off her
cigarette.
“Really?” Lindsay said, sounding almost hesitant.
“Yes. I ended up being sentenced to ten years in prison.” I continued.
“I see.” Lindsay said. “So am I right in assuming that you`re here now all these
years later to tell me what you really think of me?”
“Sort of.” I said as humbly as humanly possible.
“I`m listening.” She said curtly.
Lindsay pulled out her cell phone, flipped it open and positioned her finger over
what was obviously a speed dial key as she took another deep drag off her cigarette.
“I take it you`re preparing to call the police.” I said.
“What would you do in my position?” Lindsay asked.
“Fair enough.” I said and cleared my throat. “I don`t know if you`ll believe
this, but I want to say thank you.”
The expression on Lindsay`s face went from a stern scowl to a much softer look of
confusion and disbelief almost instantly as the words cleared my lips.
“If you hadn`t done your job as well as you did, I may not have gone to prison.
And if I hadn`t gone to prison, I have no doubt that I would`ve been dead a long time
ago.” I said softly.
Lindsay`s face softened even more and she dropped her hand holding her phone into
her lap.
“You see I was a very sick young woman. In fact, you even referred to me as such
to the Judge. I was an out of control drunk and junkie that desperately needed to be
locked up. You saved my life by making sure that I went down. And I just wanted you to
know that I`m forever grateful to you for it.” I said.
Lindsay sat motionless as she stared up at me with a starry-eyed gaze. The look on
her face was like that of a lost child asking a stranger to help her find her mother. I
soon noticed that her hands were trembling ever so slightly as she held onto the arm rests
of the chair.
“Well, I`ve taken up enough of your time.” I said. “Thank you again for helping
me. I`ll never forget you.”
I smiled at her and then turned to head back to work. I hadn`t taken five steps
when I heard Lindsay gasp and sniff.
“Wait!” Lindsay said.
I stopped and turned back to see Lindsay spinning around in her chair, having the
expression now of a faithful old dog as she looked after me. I couldn`t be certain
because the sun was now beginning to fall into the shade of her table, but Lindsay`s eyes
appeared to be welling with tears.
“Please don`t go.” Lindsay said. “Can you sit down with me? Hailey?”
Lindsay`s hand was definitely trembling as she motioned to the chair across the
table from her. I smiled and she gave me a weak smile in return. I returned to the
table, sitting in the chair across from her. Lindsay set her phone down on the table and
slapped her laptop shut.
“You don`t mind if I smoke do you?” Lindsay asked.
“No.” I said. “Only if I can have one of your cigarettes.” I replied.
Lindsay took two cigarettes out of her pack and passed me one along with her
lighter. I lit my cigarette then passed the lighter back to her and she lit her own; her
hand was really shaking now.
“Are you alright, Ms. Whitmore?” I asked.
“Please call me Lindsay.” She said as she took a drag off her cigarette.
“Lindsay.” I said softly as I smiled at her.
Lindsay ran her hand through her hair and was inhaling and exhaling slowly and
deeply as she lowered her head. Now her whole body appeared to be shaking.
“You just thanked me for saving your life. And in doing that, I think you just
might have saved my life.” Lindsay said.
Lindsay looked back up at me and to my surprise, her eyes were puffy, bloodshot and
tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh my God!” I said. “What`s wrong?”
Lindsay went on to explain through droves of tears that she was now a private
defense attorney and that nobody she had ever defended or represented had ever thanked her
for anything. Never once for keeping them out of jail or getting them out of a lawsuit,
nothing! So to have me come up and thank her for sending me to prison completely blew her
away. Lindsay continued, ultimately pouring her heart out to me that she was recently
divorced after an eleven year marriage. That her husband told her that he could no longer
be number two behind her career. They never had children and he wanted to have a family
and knew that she could never find the time for it. Lindsay also went on to say that she
hated being a defense counselor. She confessed that she hadn`t had a good nights` sleep
in years because so many of the clients she defended were the scum of the Earth and guilty
of everything they were accused of. Yet, she had gotten them off; all in the name of
making money. She was sick to her stomach about it and could hardly bare to look at
herself in the mirror anymore. Now she was terribly lonely since her husband left and
suffering from serious depression. She had even been having thoughts of suicide. Lindsay
chained smoked three cigarettes to my one and as she finished pouring her heart out, she
reached her hand across the table and took mine tightly in her grip.
“Nobody has said anything that kind to me in years.” Lindsay said. “And it means
more to me than you can possibly imagine; because it gave me hope for the first time in
years. And it`s exactly what I needed to inspire me to keep on going with this life.
Thank you.”
By now, I was in tears myself as I squeezed Lindsay`s sensual hand on the table.
We were both laughing and crying at the same time. I stood up suddenly and she
immediately followed suit and we embraced, both of us sobbing in each other`s arms. I
don`t exactly know what I was expecting when I first came up to her this morning, but it
was definitely not this. I learned a very valuable lesson in that you can never under
estimate the value of telling somebody how they`ve affected your life. Because no matter
how insignificant you or they may believe it was, its recognition at that moment might be
the very thing they need to keep them going and bring them hope. Lindsay and I held each
other for quite awhile and it wasn`t long before I realized how good her body felt pressed
up against me. She was warm, soft and very sensual, and I was soon becoming disgusted
with myself because I was getting turned on. This poor woman was falling apart and was
entrusting me with her heart and soul; how could I be getting hot? It wasn`t right. Then
I realized that I was only human and that it was a natural response when you`re this
physically close to a member of the opposite sex. Only problem was she wasn`t a member of
the opposite sex and she didn`t know my sexual orientation. I almost felt like I was
cheating on a test.
As I stood there mind-fucking myself over this, Lindsay suddenly pulled out of our
embrace and planted a quick but firm kiss on my lips. The spark I felt on contact was
tremendous and my heart skipped about seven beats as my stomach somersaulted and leapt
into my throat.
“Thank you for everything!” Lindsay said, smiling sweetly.
I could feel my face flushing faster than the water rushing out of a flushing
toilet as my heart jumped back into rhythm and began pounding furiously.
“You`re welcome.” I smiled back. “And thank you.”
Lindsay and I exchanged phone numbers, she gave me another big hug and then I went
back inside and back to work.
Over the next few months, Lindsay came by the coffee shop almost daily and I
arranged my breaks so that I could visit with her. We talked on the phone constantly and
started hanging out together in our off hours; going shopping, eating out, going to the
movies and other activities. We were becoming very good friends. As I was studying law,
Lindsay became a wonderful tutor for me and we spent hours talking about my studies. I
shared with Lindsay all about my journey through recovery and she was very interested to
learn how the twelve step program worked. I actually ended up taking her through the
twelve steps and watched with awe as she applied the spiritual principles and her life
began to change dramatically for the better. Lindsay gave up being a defense counselor
and got her job back in the District Attorney`s Office. Finally one day over lunch, the
subject of my sex life came up. Lindsay wanted to know why I`d never been married nor had
children. I excused myself from the table and went into the ladies room to collect myself
and pray for guidance. I went back to the table and I told Lindsay the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth so help me God. As it turned out, Lindsay was very
receptive and actually rather curious about lesbianism. I told her all about Marta and
how I still communicated with her; and that Marta had told me before I got out that I
would need to leave the past behind and find a new love in the real world. Lindsay got
tears in her eyes as I told her the story.
It was on an afternoon in mid December that I got a call from my friend who owned
his own limo and private car service. His regular driver had called in sick and he needed
me to drive a very prominent citizen and his date to a Christmas party that evening.
Since I had no plans and could use the money, I suited up in my best black suit and
crossover tie, grabbed my hat and headed over to pick up the car I would be driving. It
was a brand new jet black Lincoln Town Car, loaded to the gills with all the features and
a posh leather interior. I drove into one of the wealthiest areas of Miami to pick up my
prominent passenger and his date at his home. As I pulled up the cobblestone driveway to
the enormous home, the man was already waiting outside with his date on his arm. I put
the car in park, jumped out and hurried around to open the backseat door for them. The
man was in his early fifties and decked out in a splendid Armani tuxedo; and his date was
Lindsay! As my eyes fell on her, I almost forgot how to breathe. She looked more
beautiful than a fairy tale princess, donning a gorgeous black, strapless evening gown
with stunning silver lining that sparkled in the soft moonlight. Her hands and arms were
covered in beautiful white gloves that went all the way up to the center of her biceps.
She wore a breathtaking string of pearls around her neck.
“Good evening sir.” I said as I opened the door.
My heart was racing and I could hardly breathe as Lindsay had me completely
captivated. I felt my whole body tingle with heat as my pussy flushed.
“Good evening.” He replied with a smile.
“Madam.” I smiled at Lindsay.
“Good evening.” She smiled back.
The man placed his hand on the small of Lindsay`s beautifully lined back and gently
nudged her forward to get in first. As she stepped into the backseat, Lindsay smiled at
me again and winked.
I didn`t speak a word as I drove them to their destination a few miles away, but my
eyes kept sneaking peeks in the rear view mirror. The man spent most of his time on his
cell phone, so Lindsay was unoccupied and free to spot me gazing at her in the mirror.
She winked at me several times and I would quickly look away. I heard her giggle a couple
of times when it happened and began to wonder: Is she teasing me? We arrived at yet
another enormous mansion behind a line of limos and other private cars. I again opened
the backseat door and the man stepped out and then helped Lindsay out. They joined arms
and headed up the front steps toward the door. As they did, Lindsay casually looked over
her shoulder at me, smiled and winked yet again. I pulled around to the side of the
house, parked the car and waiting with all the other drivers until I was paged to return
to the front for pick up.
I paced around the car for awhile and smoked a cigarette or two as I kept picturing
Lindsay over and over in my mind. I don`t think I`d ever seen a more beautiful woman. I
guess I must have really gotten lost in my thoughts, because the next thing I knew my
pager was going off telling me to report to the front door with the car immediately. I
checked my watch and realized that two hours had passed. I drove back around to the front
of the house where I`d dropped them off, but soon realized I was the only car going.
Something was wrong. When I arrived, the man was standing on the curb practically holding
Lindsay on her feet. I jumped out and hurried around to find the man fuming and Lindsay
to be extremely drunk. I opened the door and the man shoved Lindsay in the backseat and
slammed the door. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and told me to take her home. He then
went on to say that I need not return for him and he stormed back off into the mansion. I
hurried back around the car and climbed into the driver`s seat. I looked over the seat
and I saw Lindsay laying on her side and giggling. I put the car in drive and drove off.
Let me get her out of here now and try to find out what happened later I thought.
Lindsay fell silent not long after we left the mansion and I wanted to glance over
my shoulder to check on her, but the traffic was rather thick at that moment. As I came
to a stop for a red light, I suddenly felt a hand gently stroke my hair. I glanced over
my shoulder to see that Lindsay was leaning up against the front seat, resting her chin on
her left arm, smiling sweetly and running the fingers of her right hand through my hair.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I`m fine.” She said. “Much better now.”
“Boy, if I could`ve sobered up as fast as you just have I would`ve never had to
quit drinking.” I said.
“Actually, I didn`t sober up that fast. I was never drunk to begin with.” Lindsay
said.
“What?” I barked.
“I faked it.” She said.
“You faked it?” I asked.
Lindsay went on to explain that it was the most tedious and tantalizing event she`d
ever been to and that her date was an asshole of epic proportions. She took one mouth
full of champagne to put the smell of alcohol on her breath and then proceeded to fake
being completely hammered. She knew her date would be totally humiliated and want to get
her out of there immediately. But since this event meant potentially hundreds of
thousands of dollars in profit to him, he wouldn`t dare leave himself. He`d simply stick
her back in the car and have the driver take her home.
“You`re crazy!” I laughed.
“I know.” Lindsay said heartedly. “Besides, I`d rather spend time with you
tonight.”
Lindsay threw her left hand around to my left shoulder, slid her right hand on my
right shoulder and rested her head on it.
“So you went through all that just for me?” I asked.
“I most certainly did.” She said and she kissed me on the cheek.
I felt a chill of thrill and an extremely comforting flash of tingling heat pass
through my body.
“So, you want me to take you home?” I asked.
“Actually, why don`t we go to your place? I`ve still yet to see it.” Lindsay
said.
I had been to Lindsay`s place several times over the course of our friendship, but
it was true; she`d never been to mine. Not that I was ashamed of it, or so I told myself.
Lindsay lived in a lavish penthouse in downtown Miami; it had a magnificent view of both
the city and the Atlantic Ocean. I, on the other hand, lived in the same small efficiency
apartment that I had moved into right out of my parents` house. It was one room that
encompassed kitchen, living room and bedroom all in one with a small bathroom and a tiny
balcony that looked down on the complex swimming pool and playground. Okay, I was ashamed
of it. I tried to convince her otherwise, but Lindsay really wanted to see where I lived.
Twenty minutes later I was unlocking the door and ushering Lindsay inside.
Lindsay sat down on the edge of my bed and slipped off her arm gloves. I kicked
off my shoes and opened the fridge to offer her something to drink and realized I had
nothing. Lindsay said a cup of coffee would be wonderful and I immediately set up the
brewer as we chatted. Once the brewer got going, I told Lindsay to make herself at home
and turn on the TV if she wanted while I took a shower and changed my clothes. As I went
into the bathroom, I saw Lindsay slipping off her shoes. Once in the bathroom, I took off
my jacket then turned on the water in the shower to warm it up. I stepped back over to
the mirror, let down my hair, unbuttoned and slipped off my blouse. The water got hot
very quickly and steam almost immediately flooded the tiny bathroom, fogging up the
mirror. As my blouse hit the floor, I reached up and wiped off the mirror with my hand
only to nearly jump completely out of my skin. Lindsay was standing directly behind me as
I saw in the mirror.
“Oh my God!” I shouted. “Lindsay, what are you…?”
“Shhhh.” Lindsay said. “Don`t say a word.”
The look on Lindsay`s face was indescribable; it was full of lust and desire.
Before I could turn around, Lindsay gently placed her hands on my bare shoulders and began
to massage them. Her touch was electric and a powerful charge of lust coursed through my
body. Lindsay slowly ran her sensual hands down my bare arms and began pelting my
shoulders and neck with gentle kisses. She pressed the front of her body firmly against
my back; the soft fabric of her evening gown felt divine against my bare back and the
silver lining tickled ever so slightly. Lindsay then wrapped her arms around me and
gently cupped my breasts in her hands. The warmth of her body was almost completely
engulfing me as she began to gently knead and massage my breasts. I let out a tender moan
and tilted my head to the side as Lindsay was now running her warm tongue up the side of
my neck and began to suck on my earlobe. By now my heart was pounding so hard I thought
it would break out of my chest any second. Lindsay unsnapped the front of my bra and her
warm hands slid around my bare breasts. I lifted my arm up and around Lindsay`s head,
placing my hand on the back of her head and released the braid in her hair. I could see
her hair gently drape down over her shoulders in the mirror. Lindsay raised her hand to
my chin, turned my head toward her, our mouths opened and we kissed deeply. Our lips
locked tightly around each other and our tongues danced around slowly and gently inside
each other`s mouth. Between the hot steam rising out of the shower and the fiery heat of
our bodies, I felt myself practically melting into Lindsay.
We broke from our kiss and Lindsay slowly pulled my bra back off my arms and let it
drop to the floor. She wrapped her arms around me again and sucked on my neck. My eyes
reeled in my head as my head fell back on her shoulder and I felt Lindsay slowly run her
hands down the front of my body and she undid my belt. She then unbuttoned my slacks and
slowly slipped one of her hands down inside them and began to rub the delicate fabric of
my panties with her fingertips.
“Take your pants off.” Lindsay whispered in my ear.
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