Page 25 of Chasing Gold, Catching Her

“Cool?”

“Yeah… Thanks for the first time.”

“The first time?” Tora bounced a little on the bed, propping her head on her elbow.

“Yeah.” Alisa started to get up, her eyes searching for clothes in the semi-darkness, but Tora grabbed her wrist, “Where the hell are you going?”

“Well… I’m leaving?”

“Why? It’s night out there.”

“Uh… well…”

“Stay the night, what are you doing?” Tora frowned, but forcibly pulled Alisa to her, hugging her.

“It’s okay.”

Alisa tensed up a little.

“Did I do something wrong?” Tora asked anxiously, but Alisa just shook her head, “No, I just… I don’t know what came over me. Let’s go to sleep.”

“Come on.”

They turned off the light completely and a couple of minutes later they both came a couple more times from just touching each other, and then from the pose in the same one where they came together for the first time, as Tora said later, it was the “scissors” pose, one of her favorites. Now this pose was Alisa’s favorite too.

Tora gently stroked Alisa’s back, pressing her chest to her chest and they looked at each other slowly blinking…

Alisa will never forget this night.

* * *

In the morning, Alisa woke up in the arms of a naked Tora; they had both fallen asleep and woken in the same position, holding each other. A moment later she slipped carefully out of Tora’s embrace, after lingering in it for the last time, and stood there watching her sleep quietly, but time was running out, she had to go to the airport… and fly home… damn it.

On the bedside table stood a silver Hamilton watch, and its hands showed a quarter past one in the afternoon. Alisa clenched her jaw and began hastily gathering her things from around the room, pulling them on as she packed.

“I have a flight soon…”

“What are you whispering, come here…” Tora muttered, opening one eye, and then, feeling and realizing that Alisa had slipped out of her arms, she woke completely, sitting up on the bed and looking at her in a stupor, still naked, fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“Did you want to run away? But what about breakfast?”

“There’s no time, we slept for too long… I have a flight soon.”

“Oh, damn, that’s right. Let me call you a taxi.”

A second later she said, “Done,” and threw the phone onto the bed. Then, getting up, she crossed to Alisa, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips gently.

“It’s a pity you’re running away so soon, I wanted to make us breakfast in the morning, but apparently the night exhausted me.” She smiled, and Alisa smiled back, giggling.

“Listen…” Tora hesitated.

Turning away from Alisa, she picked up the phone from the bed, while Alisa looked at Tora’s insanely beautiful ass as though she had been struck by lightning and fallen into a stupor; in daylight her shape was even more beautiful, if such a damn thing was possible, she seemed to have descended from Olympus itself like a goddess… an insanely beautiful goddess.

“Were you looking at my ass again?” Tora giggled, unlocking the phone, where the number screen was already open. “Will you leave your number?”

She raised her eyebrows, and Alisa quickly typed her number into the screen and handed the phone back. Tora wrote something with a grin and went into the dressing room inside her enormous bedroom.

Outside, strangely enough, the sun was shining brightly, and the pines swayed beautifully in the wind; the panoramic windows let the sunlight flood insanely well into the room, pouring it full of warm white light. And beyond the glass, small snowflakes drifted between the pine needles, like sparks falling from the trees.