Candles lined the edges of the room and sat on my old nightstand, leaving a soft glow across the beds dark green sheets. Tamara had given me just enough time as she finished up her classes to scramble across the room with pillar candles in hand and place them strategically so we would have the right mood.
The perfume I wore that would make her bury her face deep into my chest was on the pillows, a playlist of the piano songs that were able to reach her even in her darkest moments quietly coated the room, and warm oolong tea in a teapot she admired in passing at a store was waiting to pour a first cup. Running back and forth in my dress and lighting candles while I checked the clock feverishly, I set out as much as I could before I heard her try the door and find it locked. Practically diving to the bed and throwing the last unlit candle into the closet like a grenade, I hit the bed and tried to look natural.
Her key undid the deadbolt with a heavy click and in she walked with her eyes lighting up. Tamara drunk in the scenery, her hands covering her mouth as I tried to hold my pose on the bed. Her eyes went from candle to candle, and then up and down my silky form. Tamara would have stayed there for hours soak the mood up, just observing, despite the scene being all for her to experience.
"Gabby..." She said quietly, the door shutting behind her and her items slipping to the floor. "How long did you..." Her sentence trailed off as she walked closer to the bed. Putting my hands out and sitting up, I let her sink into my lap and wrapped her in my arms.
"Its our last few nights in the dorms. Hell its the last few times we ever get to exist in this room before we go forward. I wanted to show you that you made this space whole for me. You still give me so much strength here, I wanted to make gentle, slow, sweet love to my beautiful girlfriend." Smiling at her, I put a hand to her heart. "You and my father are the only people I think about now when I think about where I want to be in the end. I wanted to kiss you with acceptance of a truly blessed life."
Tamara looked at me and slowly her face twisted, her eyes squinting before tears rolled down to her chin. "Hey don't cry sweetie I can fix it if you don't like it. Or if is too much we don't have to do anything. I didn't mean to drop so much on you-"
"Gabby hush you dork!" She laughed for a second as more tears fell. Tamara shook her head furiously at the suggestion and buried her face in my chest. "It's not that! I see all this and no one has ever done something so sweet!" I was baffled at what to say and Tamara could see the gears in my head slowing down as I tried to understand. "Why have I been hiding who I am with you? I'm...bisexual." The words fell out and she looked puzzled at how they sounded. It swept across her face and turned to relief as she almost yelled "I'm bisexual!" I felt truly lost as she let out elated exhales like she was breathing for the first time.
"Tamara. Of course you are, you've been sleeping with Evan and I for a bit." She kissed me deeply and laughed.
"I'm not ashamed anymore.. the man and woman I love have been the kindest people in my life and I've never been happier. Can I...can I tell people we're together?" Her hands twitched nervously but her face was running with tears of joy.
Now I was as red as the light in the room from the candles. Tamara had held off on admitting we were dating to any of her friends or acquaintances, mostly out of fear it would get back to her family. She seemed to be embracing the idea of living out. Some part of me still didn't understand why she felt it was such a revelation with all of times we either made love or went on dates. "Of course you can!"
"Its not just sex either Gabby. I didn't know how to process that I could actually be happy with a man or a woman, or apparently both, for my time on this earth. I've had this deeply embedded shame that told me I couldn't let it sink in. Falling in love with you two started to chip away at that." She chuckled with disbelief and joy as she cried. "It's about embracing who I am as a bi person."
"Oh Tamara I'm so proud of you. I'm sure its been tough as hell to face that." Rubbing my nose against her I was met with her wet and happy kisses, her attitude quickly shifting as she rolled so we hit the bed on our sides. Tamara put her arms around me and started to kiss her way down my jaw.
"I'm owned and trained, I'm loved and healed, and I'm encouraged and supported by two of the best people I ever could have known." Tamara started to let her fingers past the shoulders of my shirt and pulled at my bra strap so it was down my arm. With it out of the way, she reached in like she was harvesting my body of its most precious gift, and took gentle grasp of my breast.
"Then I come home and you're in this beautiful dress..." She put two or so words between kisses, grasping me still in my shirt with her fingers running over my nipples. Letting her have my quiet moans, internally I begged for her spontaneous poetry.
"You deserve romance and worship. You've been so busy trying to hide and fix that heart that you forgot it was loveable just the way it is." I whispered in her ear, hearing her exhale and begin seriously playing with my nipples. My body betrayed me, her name in every breath as she tortured the flame inside me.
"Now lets see here " She said devilishly as she removed her hand from my dress and ran them down my front. "I wonder if you've even prepared down here for me?" Reaching down she felt my freshly shaven legs and groaned. "Why do you have to be so soft Gabby?"
"For you my love." I teased. Watching as she sat up, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the side, her freckle stained skin illuminated in the candle light. Leaning forward, I started trying to kiss each of the dots on her shoulders as she tiptoed her fingers up to my waist. The closer she got the more a stone filled my chest.
Tamara reached to grasp at the lining of my panties, her fingers slowly pulling back the very edge of the fabric. For a few seconds she ran the tip of her index finger across the skin that had been covered, before stroking the mound at the base of my cock. In my ear, she let every breath form a soft beat and trickled pleasure to the tune of my wants. My palms took hold of her warm breasts and kneading her like a kitten, she gasped back.
Tender marks started to form as she stroked me, occupying the other end of my body with heavy bites at my neck, where purple emerged even in the soft light. She smiled and we locked eyes every few minutes, our stares trading more than we could express as we pleased each other with soft noises. Locked in a battle of who would get so worked up we had to break the moment, we traded bites and licks to each others chest, thumbed at the warmth between our legs, and dripped spit across as much skin as we could reach.
Tamara tucked her fingers lower and slid one against the outside of my hole, smiling when she found me clenching in eager lust. My resolve turned inside out when the first finger slid into me. She bit at my lips as if she could eat my desire. Repositioning, she worked her kisses up and down my thighs, and down to my toes. My squeaks begged her for the glamorous shot of her pussy I got when she shifted positions, and soon we were ready to sixty nine.
Tamara spread me and put her lips for a thick wet kiss right below my balls. Groaning into her, I first took a deep breath at the front of her pussy. The smell of her cum, her sweat, her fabric and leftover perfume, and the melting candles in the room made my head feel heavy. She had a taste that could change my thoughts from those of a functioning human into a wet and useful toy, and the moment I had my tongue split the petals of her pussy I felt her delicious elixir cover my tongue.
