Story: just kiss me already (all chapters)

Tap. Tap. Tap. I am nervous. I tap my hand against tight jeans as I sit on my friends couch in anticipation to some big news she had for me. She had called me late last night in tears –or so it would seem by the tearing of her voice and sobbing words that dripped through the phone leaking into my ear. My mind soaked up the words, the chaffed sound of my friends’ voice. She told me to let myself in and that she’d meet me at 9 o’clock. It was now 10:30. I get up for the umpteenth time and pace about the small living room. I stop at the mantel piece and pick up an only photo. It was one of me and her. From the time when I had invited her on a trip, down to the green hills in Tasmania. My older brother had pulled out in the last second and it was meant to be a family trip. Some convincing and my mother decided to let her come. I smile, in memory to that cold foggy day. My friend Yvette is wearing my old brown jacket and I remember that the fluke photo was taken when I jumped in hugging her in the last second. Placing the photograph back into place, I let out a sigh and sit back down on the couch only to stand again as my heart skips a beat at the sound out a door opening.

“Yvette!” I cry out in shock when I see her bruised and beaten face.

She turns from me for a moment as she locks the front door behind her.

“...Yvette? W-What happened to you...where were you?” By the time she’s turned to me I have already walked over to her. I put my arm around her and guide us toward the small sofa.

“I was in a fight.”

“Who with?!”

She shrugs. “There were a bunch of blokes ganging up on some guy.”

“W-What’s that to do with you?”

“I dunno. I just jumped to his defence.”

“Oh, Yvette.”

Yvette looks at me with a weak smile. “Not that my injuries are why I asked you to come tonight.” She lets out a small laugh and looks away for a moment.

“T-then why? I mean,” I brush some hair hanging in my face and look at Yvette. “What else has happened?”

“Well nothing’s really happened...” She starts uncertainly. Then she turns and faces me sitting in a comfier position. “Just that...” I swallow in anticipation looking seriously at my friend. She’s always been shy, hesitant...but not with me. Not like this...

“What?” I adjust my weight on the couch and lean forward taking her hands into mine. “You can tell me Yvette. Anything.”

Yvette takes in a breath before blurting out. “I love you.”

Seconds pass, my mind is a blank. I can’t answer. What did she mean? I stare at my friend. She’s looking at our hands. After a moment I ask. “What?” my voice thick and heavy.

Yvette looks up and I come to realise that we were closer than what I had first anticipated. And before I knew what was happening, Yvette’s lips closed the distance between us. And she kisses me. I sat still, I could feel her lips cool and wet on my dry ones. Feel the cut on her lower lip. Could even taste the slight tang of her blood, sweet on the tip of my tongue. I find my eyes droop shut for a moment and I lean so slightly closer. I can feel her hands in mine as she holds on as though they are her only life support. She flicks her tongue at my lips as she pulls out of the kiss. I exhale a breath that I unknowingly held and swallow. My mouth dripping, but my throat is dry.

“Y-Yvette...” My eyes open wide as realisation hits I cover my mouth in shock and pull back. What did I....WE just do?! “YVETTE!”

Yvette’s lower lip trembles and she quickly looks down. “You can’t say you didn’t like it...”

“T-That-That is beside the point!” I uncover my mouth and swallow again looking at my friend. “You just kissed me!!”

There is a pause between us for a moment before I decide to speak again. “Why?”

“I love you Azaria.”

I shake my head unbelievingly. “What do you mean you love me? We’re friends Yvette. I’ve never thought of you in any other way. I mean...Why now?”

Yvette looks up with tear filled eyes and gets up walking briskly to the door. I rise in shock and watch her open the door. “Get out.”

“What?!”

“Get out!” She repeated harshly. “If you hated it that much then just get the hell out. Stay out for all I care!” And with this she leaves the lounge room completely and I hear the slam of her bedroom door.

I leave my friends house in bafflement, closing the door abruptly behind me. I stay at the door for a second, brushing my fingers across my lips before I leave. And don’t look back.

***

“Hey, Azaria. Ready to help me study?”

“Not now Sam.”

“Aw, why? Is everything okay?”

I see Azaria pause and wait, biting her lower lip (a tell-tale sign that there is something on her mind). “Yvette just kissed me.” The sandy girl states sitting down at the end of my bed.

“What. Like on the cheek?”

“No Sam.” She looks at me as if I'm an idiot. “The lips.”

“Oh,”

“AND with a confession of ‘love’”

“Oh,” I say again sitting beside her.

“Is that all you have to say? ‘oh’?” Azaria looks at me with a flushed face, some hidden by her long hair.

I brush the stray strands behind her ear. “So?”

“So?” She repeats. “What do I do? I mean...I didn’t even know she was gay!”

“I did.”

She looks at me shocked, her mouth agape. “What? You knew? For how long?”

“Well it was why we broke up. You know me and Yvette have always been close.”

Azaria ponders for a moment. “I always wondered what happened between you two...”

“Well now you know. She left me because she couldn’t keep YOU off her mind.” I smile warmly at her when she stares at me again.

“So...you broke it off with her because she told you she loved me?”

“Yeah, basically.”

There is a pause before she asks. “Did you love her?”

There is another pause before I answer. “Yes. I did. So much; that I wished that you’d loved her too.” I look at her in all honesty and see her face burn bright as she looks into my eyes.

“You aint kidding are you?”

“Not one bit.”

I watch her as she gets up and paces for a moment before looking at me agitated...indecisive.  She does this a couple more times before finally saying; “I'm going to bed.”

“What about my homework?”

“Not now Sam.” She murmurs leaving my room.

I let out a sigh once she’s gone and go and sit at my desk. “Alright I’ll do it myself.”

...I give up five minutes later.

***

I lay awake for hours. Mulling over thoughts that kept racing through my mind. Yvette, the kiss, our friendship. I think of her loving me. More then what I ever knew. It’s not a question of IF I love her back. Because I know that I do. I’ve always had a tender affection for Yvette. She was my closest friend. It was more of a question of how much I loved her, or HOW I loved her at all. I have always been straight. I’ve never gone out with a girl before. But that kiss. I brush my fingers against my lips again and feel my heart stutter. That kiss. No matter what path my thoughts take they always re-route themselves back to the kiss. I liked it. Yvette was right. I can’t say that I didn’t like it. I leaned forward. It left me breathless. In comparison to any other kiss that I had ever had, that small kiss between Yvette and I had topped them all. And it wasn’t even much of a kiss when you think of it. I mean, she only just joined our lips. And only for a moment.  I get up off my made bed and pace for a moment, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. I frown as my hand touches something cold in my right pocket. And I pull out a silver key. A key to Yvette’s house, I had put it into my pocket after letting myself in. Upon seeing the key shiny in my hand I form a decision. That I will go to Yvette’s. That I wanted to show her just what a kiss from me really was. I closed my hand hard over the key and glanced at the clock by my bed, quarter past one. She’s probably asleep, unless that is; she’s as crazy as me and still thinking of the kiss like I was. I walk determined from my room; leave the shared apartment locking the door quietly behind me. Before getting into my car and driving confidently to Yvette’s flat.

***

I'm sitting at the end of my bed. I haven’t gotten changed properly and am only wearing my shirt. I was so stupid. I’ve ruined my friendship with Azaria. She’ll not take me back after what I have done. I kissed her. I lick my lips and feel a want for more; knowing that there is none. My ears prick up and I look as if past my door to the direction of my front door. I can hear the distinctive sound of it opening. But I am sure that I had locked it. After Azaria left I went to the door deliberately to lock it. As if to keep her from coming back again. I swallow nervously and stand up heading to my dresser. I pick up an umbrella and edge closer to my door and take a look out. I don’t live in the safest part of Melbourne; it could be anyone coming into my house. I slip out of the door and raise the umbrella above my head. Turn a corner; I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye and before the intruder has a chance to utter a sound I swing the umbrella at their head with full force, yelling at the top of my lungs for affect.

“Yvette!!”

I raise the umbrella again, until I recognise the voice... “Azaria?”

I hear a mumbled response and glimpse through the darkness at the face of the intruder. And immediately -even in the dark- recognise the features of my friends face.

“Azaria!!” I drop the umbrella in shock and kneel beside Azaria who holds her cheek and winces when she picks herself up. “Are you okay?”

“Nmm-hm.”

“You’re bleeding!” I cry in alarm when Azaria moves her hand from her face. “I have some first-aid. Here I’ll clean it up. One of the umbrella spokes must be broken.” While stammering through all this I lead a silent Azaria through the dark lounge to my incredibly small kitchen, where I grab the first-aid kit.

***

“There, that should do it.” Yvette puts the first-aid kit back on top of her fridge. She stands facing the fridge before turning to me and smiling at me unsure, now that my face is patched up. “Y-you’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah.” I look down at my hands and bite my lower lip. Now that I was here and after being hit...I had butterflies!

“A-Azaria.” I look up at Yvette. She’s taken a couple steps toward me, but she still keeps her distance from me. “I wanted to apologise for before, I mean...kissing you.” She takes a breath and looks down and with a tremor in her breath she says; “You were right, I shouldn’t have done it. I'm sorry.”

“Yvette...come closer.”

“What?”

I look up to meet Yvettes eyes. “Come closer to me.” She takes a tentative step toward me. “Closer.” Another step. “Yvette, closer.” Damn she’s walking so damn slow, her steps are so small, tentative. She takes a couple of more steps. And I can’t take it no more. “Damn it Yvette! I said closer.” At this I stand up and rush toward her taking her face in my hands and pull her in for a kiss. My hands leave her face as I kiss my life-long friend and I take her hips pulling her into me. Feel her hands snake around my neck pulling me into the kiss, deepening it. My tongue runs hungrily across her lips before entering her mouth and exploring the soft wetness found there; I taste a new sweet unknown taste that only makes me hungrier. I hear her whimper as my hands invade the boundary of her shirt and feel her skin so soft. My breath quavers as the kiss slows and I pull out and I lean my head on her cotton shirt.

“A-Azaria,” Yvettes voice is husky and chaffed at the edges. She’s out of breath like me and I hear her swallow hard.

“You don’t have to be sorry Yvette.” I look into Yevettes eyes and feel lost for words at her flushed face. I bring up my hand and cup her small delicate cheek within it. “You don’t have to be sorry Yvette. I-I over re-acted. I was the one that was wrong. I-I,” I choke on my words and have to remember how to breathe, closing my eyes raise my head toward the roof. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve always loved you Yvette.” I let out a defenceless sigh at the feel of your lips at my throat, travelling to my jaw. You pull down my neck and kiss me on each side of my brows, my forehead, my lips, each of my eyelids, my lips again. All the while, your hands move to my clothes taking off my coat, pulling at my pants, searching beneath my shirt before coming out again to run through my hair. You kiss me again pressing your lips against mine and bitting my lip, pulling on it. “Eghh, Y-Yvette. That feels so good.”

“Hmmm, well then; care to follow me to my room then?”

“Oh yeah, don’t you know it baby.” I smile sideways as Yvette leads me to her room with a sultry smile.

And that’s where we spend the night...and not too many weeks later...that’s where we spend nearly every night...

>AA >T >¶ >     kiss me againby ~aimini-LA
      
      "So are you gonna move in with her?"
      "Tch, and leave you here alone?" Azaria pushes my head playfully with a laugh before saying. "I don't think so!"
      "Will she move in here then?" I ask taking a spoonful of cereal and cramming it into my mouth.
      "Wouldn't that be awkward?"
      "Mrrmff-rrrmnf nmmm-"
      I get a slap at the back of the head at my attempted speech. "Swallow first doofus!"
      I take the advice and cough remembering that I had not yet chewed the cereal that was currently an occupant in my mouth.
      "Chew your food Sam." Azaria says in a deadpanned-yet strangely parental tone.
      "But you said to swallow it!" I gasp after finishing my mouthful and picking up my glass of orange juice.
      Azaria rolls her eyes and turns away from me to walk over to the freshly boiled kettle. "What were you trying to say?"
      "Nothing much." I take a slurp of my juice before finishing. "Just that it wouldn't be weird by me. I'm happy for you two. And 'sides....umm...uh,"
      "What?"
      "Well I have a few mates who have invited me to live with them?"
      Azaria understands immediately. "But...I mean...I thought this place was cheapest for you?" Azaria stutters walking over to take a chair beside me.
      "Actually they cost less; you know coz there are more of them."
      "Oh...but wasn't staying here the safest option?"
      I just shrug and give her a half-smile. "It was to start off with. This was never a permanent arrangement 'Zaria."
      This seems to baffle Azaria for a second and I leave my breakfast for a moment and take her hand in mine. "Azaria, why are you so nervous?"
      "I'm not!"
      "You are." I laugh back releasing her hand and sitting back in my chair. "I'm sure Yvette would love to live with you. It'll be good for her to get out of that dodge neighbourhood anyways you know?"
      I watch Azaria nod and I chuckle at the easily recognisable 'in deep thought' face that she wore. I shrug at her silence and go back to my breakfast. Azaria goes back over to the kettle and makes her coffee. I bet with at least one more spoonful of it than usual too. I'll miss her predictability when I go. I think to myself with a smile.
      
      **^**
      
      "Hey Yvette." I say welcomingly with a warm smile. "Come in."
      "Sam's giving us the night here, huh?" Yvette asks as she enters the house and removes her coat with my help.
      "Yup, he's gone out with some mates of his; he'll sleep over there."
      "Hmnnn, am I in for a treat?"
      "You know it." I smirk as I plant a wet kiss on my girlfriends' lips. Before I have the chance to pull away I feel Yvettes hands hold me captive and take me deeper into the kiss. I abandon all restraint and wrap my hands around her slender waist letting my fingers play at the borderline of her colourful shirt.
      "What am I in for?"
      "Mnn, dinner to start with...maybe some wine. Annnd....hmm,"
      "What else?" Yvette whispers into my ear with a deliberately husky voice. "Some fun I hope." I swallow and feel the soft skin around Yvettes back as I feel here lips brush against my neck.
      "Yes lots of fun." I rush in, "but we got to have some dinner and wine first."
      "Can't we skip that and just have fun right now?" She asks suggestively pulling down my cargo pants at the side a bit.
      "Mnn, but that would defeat the purpose of my asking you here on a date though." I answer pulling my pants back up level.
      "Can we skip the wine at least?" Yvette laughs playfully as I take her hand and lead her into the dining room slash kitchen area.
      "Its' good wine I promise."
      "I'm sure it is."
      I pull back her chair and give her a smile. "Your seat ma'am."
      "Thank-you." Yvette catches my hand before I can go get the food and she looks up at me with an argumentative expression. "Surely we can compromise. Can't we?"
      "What do you suggest ma'am?"
      "Mnnn..."
      "No ideas."
      "What do you think?"
      "We could have the wine in bed...maybe?"
      "I can live with that."
      "My lady is pleased?" I ask with a fake kind-of-British accent.
      "Yes, well done Ria." I let out a laugh and turn over my girlfriends hand and give it a light kiss.
      "Well, I'll go get our dinner then shall I?"
      "Oh, please do so quickly, Azaria dear. I am famished."
      I laugh stoutly and enter Sam's and my kitchen to the already prepared meals. 'Hmnnn, all the trouble I went through to cook all this food. Yvette had better enjoy it.' I ponder to myself as I look down to what I hope will be delectable dishes.
      
      **^**
      
      "Delicious. Sorry about joking around so much before." I smile at Azaria with a big grin. "I'm glad you didn't choose to jump me when I asked for it."
      I watch as my flirt makes an even blush that starts at the ears spread across Azarias usually joking features.
      "Th-thanks Yvette. I'm glad you liked it."
      "Hmnn, but now you have your end of a compromise to live up to." I take the wine from the ice cooler and lean over to give Azaria a short kiss. "Meet you in bed."
      "Alright, I'll just clean up first."
      I laugh as I move down the short hallway. "Don't be too long." I taunt lightly.
      She wasn't too long neither I had time to only pour our drinks and sit on the bed before Azaria came into the room with a smile.
      "That was pretty fast."
      "Well, I didn't wash them"-"of course"-"of course..." Azaria giggles at my interruption then goes on to say, "but I did give them a quick rinse and now have them sitting in water..." Azaria has the drink by the end of her explanation and takes a sip of it as she sits back.
      "Okay...sounds good then" I smile.
      "Yeah," she raises her glass, "cheers my love."
      "Cheers." We chink glasses and I laugh as I take a drink from my wine. Then notice that Azaria has already finished. I raise my brow in questioning and Azaria gives me a sheepish smile.
      "I'm done..."
      "More?"
      "Umm, not now...I-I have an announcement...we-well not an announcement actually...more like a proposal...a-a preposition if you will..." I watch Azaria clear her throat and resist laughing at how cute she looked with her face so bright red even in the dimmed light of her room.
      I grin widely, "say it quickly; like pulling off a bandaid."
      "Uh...well I was wondering if you wanted move in with me?"
      Her voice goes high and squeaky at the end of her sentence and I am at first speechless deciding first to ask, "what about Sam?" With a blush of my own this time.
      "He finally found somewhere else to live."
      "Oh, well....you mean it? You wanna move in together?"
      "Totally Yvette, never been so sure of anything in my life."
      "Awwww, Oh my god." I smile and laugh and bite my lip looking at Azaria. "Oh course I wanna!" I glomp attack Azaria knocking her onto her back and laying on top of her as I snuggled into her chest and squeaked in excitement. "Thank-you 'Zaria, this is the greatest date ever!"
      I feel Azarias chest rise and fall in laughter and the warmth and security as her arms come around and hold me closer.
      "Hmmm," she hums, "you know what I think it's the best date ever for me as well."
      The softness of her voice melts my heart and I lean up and place my lips gently atop of Azarias bringing her into a series of chaste kisses that slowly grew deeper and longer as Azaria had rolled me over to my back and tangled her hands in my locks of hair. We kissed for a while before Azaria stopped and sat up a little looking into my eyes and smiling. "You know I don't know what took me so long to see you. You've been right here in front of me this entire time." She tucks my hair behind my ear her eyes running over my face and looking in admiration her face seemed lit up even in the darkness of the room. Slowly Azaria came down and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth and her hands going down my shirt to the end then slipping quickly under to feel my skin. I feel a shiver run over my body and pull Azaria closer into the kiss wanting more.
      Azaria and I had a strange relationship indeed; we have been together for quite a while now and still we haven't gone any farther than foreplay on several occasions when we've had the opportunity to go so much further...Sometimes I feel as though Azaria is scared to go any farther. But I never push her.  So, now as Azaria takes my shirt off and continues to kiss and caress my skin I try my best to contain my excitement. Yet at the same time cannot help but reply encouragingly to her action and slip my hands under her tank top and strip it off to reveal the perfect skin below.
      **^**
      Yvettes skin is smooth under my hand as I nervously run it along her abdomen slowly curving up and around to her back where her bra strap was situated. I unhook the straps and pull off the bra while I sit up and look down leaning on my elbow as I watch Yvette. She reaches up to my face and pulls me into a little kiss her breath tremors as I fiddle with her right nipple, teasing her senses. She falls back onto the pillow and leans her head back sighing encouragement as my hand cupped her breast.
      "'Zaria..." A light smile slinks onto my face with pride that I could do this to her. I lean down and place my lips over the hardened nub applying light suction as my hand continued messaging the breast. My teeth graze her skin and my tongue tastes her pressing against her skin and Yvettes chest rises into my mouth as she lets out a heaving breath. My hand travels down to Yvettes tight jeans and I pull at her buckle and begin to kiss up along her neck as the clasp came undone and I unzipped her jeans. My hand slips below the waist band and I cup her pulsing centre through her pants; my lips finally reaching hers and pulling them into a kiss. I groan into the kiss and Yvette pulls away looking lustfully into my eyes. She blinks and catches her breath before sitting up and hugging me and pushing her bare chest against me. I oblige in sitting up wrapping my arms around my girlfriend and snuggling into her neck smiling.
      "Why are we stopping Yvette?" I whisper. Almost as if I spoke too loud all the magic of the moment would be lost...
      "I want to make sure that you're ready?"
      I'm a little confused for a moment before biting my lip as a blush spread across my cheeks. That's right. Yvette has been the one in the lead each time we've made love. I've never actually pleasured her in all the ways that she's one to me. I usually get too nervous. And unsure, I mean...I've looked up what to do on the net...and know what to do by that and of course because of what Yvette does to me. But I haven't gone through with actually DOING it. I pull back and look determinedly into Yvettes eyes.
      "Azaria?"
      "I heard you..." I lean forward and wrap my lips around hers again pulling her into a passionate and fiery kiss. Tonight was different, tonight was special. That's why I was going to do it. I was ready this time. I wasn't gonna pull back... This time I wasn't going to stop...I wanted the kiss to say all this. But just make sure I murmured between kisses; "I'm sure," and, "I want to, I want this, I want YOU." Whispering and murmuring my love and reassurance to the wondrous women beneath me I pushed Yvette down back onto the bed and before long her skinny jeans (which were frustrating to get off...) and her pants were both off and away. My hands explored her skin and eventually I made my way back to her centre. She was plenty wet and her skin was so hot. My heart was pounding with excitement as my thumb rubbed against her clit making her even more aroused. I cautiously slip a finger in; though unfamiliar at the slippery feeling of her inside. I felt a tremor run over her body as a light orgasm took over her. But that was nothing in comparison to what I knew more fingers would do to her. She was so loose that it didn't take long for one to become two and two to become three. I rubbed the thick hot walls of her hot centre. Her body twisted in wondrous ways and I was so captivated. I still knew I could push her further. Could feel that she wanted...no...she NEEDED me to push her over that edge. That edge to oblivion, beautiful oblivion. I thrust my fingers faster, pulling them out, pushing them in, pulling the  out again before thrusting them back in, soon her hips were rocking against my hand as we found a rhythm. I kiss her and feel her hot breath she gasps and suddenly I've realised I've found it...her g-spot. I hook my fingers and Yvette lets out a shout her hips bucking as she gasms over my hand. The scent is out of this world and takes over my senses. I clamber down there I take my hand out and rub soothingly over the worked area before ringing my hand to my lips and sucking the fingers clean. I breathe in leaning down and looking up at Yvette. I find out that she's really quiet beautiful from this angle. Everything  a woman needs to be, everything they should be. She is amazing. I smile as Yvette rises up off the pillows a little leaning on her elbows.
      "May I?"
      "I..." She struggle with her breath and laughing doesn't help with her attempt at speech. "I've never stopped you any other time? Have I?"
      "Never." I lean down then and my lips meld with the still wet entrance of her hot centre. I lick up the cum and my tongue slips occasionally into the wet velvety walls causing mini avalanches of orgasms. Eventually causing Yvette to lie back down on the soft pillows; her arms no longer able to hold her up.
      It doesn't take long for me to finish my work down there and I crawl back up to Yvette and lay beside her looking at her with a bashful smile. "Did I do good?"
      Yvette rolls me over and straddles me I see she's still having trouble with catching her breath and she smiles as she rests her hands on my stomach. "It was perfect; better than I could ever had dreamt it to be..." She leans down and kisses me slowly.
      I laugh once the kiss ends and rub her side affectionately teasing; "Oh, and how many times have you dreamt it? Hmmmmm?"
      Yvette blushes and at first doesn't answer. Oh! And so she HAS dreamt it then. I answer myself I'm about to tease her more before she answers. "It, it was just a figure of speech!"
      I roll my eyes and am about to make a snazzy come-back but am interrupted by a kiss. And then another and another...And I know that's my queue to shut up. Sit back. And enjoy the ride...