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“If you wish,” Lillian told her, “you may return with me to my home, and I will show you true Romanian hospitality.”
Isabel considered for a moment. The youth hostel she was staying in was more than nice and clean enough, and the rent was absurdly cheap by her reckoning, allowing her to pocket a tidy sum from the scholarship check she received monthly. But there was something about Lilliana that drew her, as surely as an iron filing to a magnet. Without a second thought, she agreed.
They’d become lovers that night. Lilliana took her to the turret room and introduced her to its magnificent view of the Carpathian Mountains and the sky that ruled over them. It was a fine night, cool but not unpleasantly so, and the stars and a sickle moon hung in the sky as if placed there specifically for their benefit. It was then, while they stood next to each other, not quite touching, that Lilliana began to speak of her loneliness.
“It has been a long time since I’ve had a lover. My last love affair ended badly, and ever since, I’ve kept people at a distance. Have you ever been wounded by love?” Lilliana turned the full force of her eyes on Isabel.
Isabel thought it over. “I . . . think so,” she’d said. Her fingers clenched, belying her apparent hesitancy. “My last boyfriend was a real bastard,” she said bitterly. “He was a football player and fucked his way through the entire cheerleading squad while we were together. I thought he was going to marry me,” she replied, her tone changing from venomous to pensive as she thought of how foolish she’d been. She dropped her gaze to the floor as a hot flush spread across her sharp cheekbones.
“Bah!” Lilliana waved her hand dismissively. “Men will say whatever will make a woman do what they wish. There is no more truth in men’s words than those of a mockingbird. Only a woman can truly speak with complete candor to a woman. May I be candid?” Her eyes bored into Isabel’s.
Lilliana’s eyes seemed to gather the light of moon and stars and transmute into silver. They were the most striking eyes Isabel had ever seen; Isabel’s knees went weak for the second time that night, this time with desire.
Unconsciously arching her back a little, revealing her throat, and pushing her full, firm breasts outward, Isabel let out a quavered, “Y-yes.”
“I want you tonight.” Lilliana reached out one cool finger to trace it gently down Isabel’s cheek. “I want to love you. Will you allow me?”
Isabel’s eyes slid closed, and she gasped a little at the sensations stirring deep within her. She made a tiny whimper of a sound; whether it was acceptance or negation, she could not have said. But Lilliana allowed her no chance to consider the matter further. Pressing her lips against Isabel’s, she lightly flicked her tongue against the soft gates. As if she had spoken a magic word, Isabel’s lips parted to permit Lilliana full access. Her tongue darted and probed. She caught Isabel up in a fierce yet tender embrace, crushing her breasts against Isabel’s. Lilliana’s arms ratcheted around her, as if the woman feared Isabel would fly away if the grip were loosened.
Isabel was interested in going nowhere except deeper into Lilliana’s embrace. She’d experimented, certainly; who hadn’t tried it on at least once with a member of their own sex? It was almost a rite of passage. But she had never been kissed like this before. The arms which held her were feminine and shapely but in no way weak. The woman’s mouth touched her as light as a breeze but seething with passion the likes of which she had never known.
She moaned against Lilliana and pressed herself more fully into her mysterious lover’s arms, her blood singing at the wonderful feel of another female body against her own. Lilliana deepened the kiss, as if trying to inhale Isabel’s very soul.
Isabel found herself on the bed, staring in wide-eyed wonder as Lilliana released the strings of her bodice and somewhat timidly pulled it down to reveal her snowy breasts. Her nipples were taut and puckered, the exact shade of strawberry-flavored milk; large aureoles haloed them in the same rosy hue. Isabel’s mouth watered. Lilliana cupped her full breasts and held them up in the glow of the candlelight for Isabel’s perusal.
If the ceiling had collapsed at that instant, Isabel would surely have been crushed. She could spare no thought for anything but her desire to taste the ripe delicacies being offered. She brushed kisses over Lilliana’s breast a scant instant before her mouth closed around the pink berry, teeth gently nibbling and tongue flickering at the stiff nub.