So here's what I think, looking for love? Pissed off about the latest drop kick of a man you thought you were in love with? Don’t worry - you have other loves out there just waiting for you to turn up. What's that you say? You've had seven or more people you thought you loved? No, this wouldn’t be the case - at least a couple of them would have been practice loves and can be discounted. So, take heart if you are looking for love - he/she is out there - you just have to work your way through your quota.
Good For Something…the blurb
Casey never had a really serious relationship; while Nicolette just got out of a bad one.
Casey’s hand continued their journey, stroking along Nicolette’s stomach. At the edge of Nicolette’s blouse, Casey ran her hand under Nicolette’s shirt and up. She traced along the scar there, asking, “Nicolette, what happened?”
Nicolette stiffened, flushing with embarrassment, but in her heart she knew she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. The shame of that scar rested solely with the giver, rather than the receiver.
Nicolette placed her hand on top of Casey’s, not sure if her intent was to push it away or not. Casey must have sensed her discomfort because she crawled down the bed and began smoothing her tongue along the scar, softly sweeping the raised skin. She punctuated each swipe of her tongue, Nicolette deeply affected by each word spoken.
“You.” Starting at one end, she wrapped her fingers around Nicolette’s waist, licking the scarred flesh. Nicolette stared at the top of Casey’s head, half afraid of her next words. “Are,” Casey continued, stroking her tongue across Nicolette’s skin.
Reaching down, Nicolette combed her fingers through Casey’s hair, loving the silky soft texture.
Then Casey stopped moving and puffed lightly on Nicolette’s moistened tummy. “Very,” she breathed.
“Beautiful,” Casey ended, licking along the line of the raised skin finishing at the other end of the scar, dipping her tongue within Nicolette’s navel along the way. Nicolette’s heart constricted as the soft touch and gentle words brought tears to her eyes. She could barely contain the depth of emotion Casey’s actions inspired.
“What’s wrong, baby?”Casey questioned, noticing her tears. Casey crawled back up her body, lightly brushing the tears off Nicolette’s cheeks. “Why are you crying, my Nicolette?”
“I…” Cupping Casey’s cheeks, Nicolette gave her a watery smile. “Your words mean the world to me. I’ve been so self-conscious of my scar.” Nicolette wondered how she’d gotten so lucky.
“You are though…” Casey continued, nuzzling into Nicolette’s hands.
“What?” Nicolette asked, drawing Casey’s head towards hers. She stared into her Casey girl’s eyes, loving the well of emotion reflected there, knowing her own eyes were brimming with more than just tears.
“You’re beautiful,” Casey answered, her tongue ghosting over Nicolette’s lips. Nicolette’s heart gave an involuntary leap. Hearing those words being uttered from the lips of this woman would always make them more precious.
Smiling Nicolette tilted Casey’s head, lining up their lips. “With you I feel beautiful,” Nicolette mumbled as their lips lightly touched.
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?