After lunch with Amelia on Wednesday, I felt overwhelmed again and I phoned Lea.

« Guess who I just had lunch with ?»

« Camelia, the hot Spanish teacher who is constantly hitting on you ? »

« No ! Guess again. »

« Can you give me a clue? »

« Hot blondie blue eyes. »

« Ho, that hottie. »

« Yeah, that one. Explain to me how she found out where I work ? »

« Honestly, I have no idea. She must be a spy or work for the FBI or something. »

« She did wear a suit today. Could be FBI. But the fabric was much nicer and was extremely soft. So tell me. How did she find out ? »

« She came to practice yesterday. I shouted at her cos she almost got hit by a ball but she just stormed there, not giving a fuck. And she asked me why you weren't there. She seemed really concerned and hurt you had not answered her texts. She really wanted to reach you. I thought I was helping you. Sorry it wasn't my place to decide and rush things. But babe, I want to see you happy, and I have not seen your eyes sparkle in a long time and they did when you saw her on the field last week. »

« No need to apologize. That's what besties are for. Thank you Lea.»

« For what ? »

« Forcing me to face my fears today. I had lunch with Amelia. I invited her over for dinner on Saturday night. »

« I'll be there for you, don't worry. »

« I know, thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. »

After I hang up with Lea, I go to the meeting but I always have trouble concentrating in those. I've always found they were a waste of my precious time and I usually get bored.

To kill time I text Amelia, thanking her again for lunch. She had insisted on inviting me and this gesture had made me feel so taken care of, but she had no idea how much it meant to me.

She seems pleased I have texted her and quickly texts me back. I ask her if she has any food allergies or things she doesn't like eating. I couldn't risk cooking a meal she would refuse to eat on Saturday or that could send her to the hospital. I want it to be perfect, just like our first date last Sunday.

She tells me she basically loves any type of food and that I had « carte blanche ».

This morning I wake up very excited at the prospect of the meal I have to prepare. I go shopping to get all the ingredients as fresh as can be. I buy a bottle of French white wine and put it in the fridge as I come home. I tidy the place a bit even if it isn't messy. I text Amelia the address. She must have realized it was where I had closed the door on her face by now.

I turn on the radio : NRJ12, a French station, and I start dancing and singing along, while stiring the pans. I'm making a chicken casserole that needs to heat for 2 hours in a mixture of white whine, bouillon and cream. It tastes delicious. With that I'm starting a sweet potatoes purée with lime. Exquisite.

For desert I bake a chocolate fondant. Nothing could ever go wrong with chocolate.

Cooking is one of my passions. I can spend hours preparing meals at the weekend and I love trying new recipes. But for tonight I decided to play it safe and make something I had already tried several times.

I leave the casserole heat slowly while I take a shower and get dressed. Tonight I am wearing a black dress and I choose one of my favourite necklaces. It is from Swarovsky, a dark blue stone that falls perfectly in my cleavage.

I put my long brown hair in a high pony tail as I always do when I cook. And I start stressing out as we near 7pm.

I hear the bell and open the frontdoor. Amelia is behind the door, in high heels, blue dress, loose hair. She is gorgeous. She smiles at me and kisses me. She gives me a bouquet of flowers as she enters my flat.

« You are very beautiful. » she comments, as I catch her eyes staring at me up and down.

«I couldn't help but notice the two names on your frontdoor. You have a flatmate ? »

It takes me a second to realize before I nod.

« It smells delicious in here. Did you make a French meal ? »

« Actually I did. It is one my dad used to make on Sundays. I hope you'll like it. It still needs another 20min to cook. Would you like something to drink ? »

« Yes, thank you. » she answers as she enters the living room.

I go back to the kitchen to fix the drinks and soon join Amelia in the living-room where I see her standing in front of the huge book shelves that cover my walls.

"You definitely love reading I see."

I nod but realize I was staring at her back so quickly mumble a "yes".

"And your favourite author is....let me guess...Shaskespeare. Oh my. I feel so uneducated right now. I haven't even read Romeo and Juliet."

I laugh at her comment.

"I love Shakespeare, I read most of his plays, but I also love reading detective stories by contemporary authors. No need to feel low brow in front of me. And don't conclude anything from my bookshelves please. Here."

I give her the drink and start sipping on mine.

"Hum, is it gin and tonic?"

"It is. I took a liking to it during one of my stays in England, a few years ago. Come on, let's sit down." I tell her, while noding in the direction of the couch.

I remove my shoes and sit down on the couch, one leg bent underneath me. Amelia settles close to me, her legs graciously crossed, allowing me to admire her tone calves. She stares at me intensely as we make casual conversation, but suddenly she empties her glass and leans forward to put it on the coffee table, sitting closer to me.

Her hand now free, she puts it on my bare knee, and I freeze. I notice I have stopped breathing and become tense. She immediately removes her hand and apologizes.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away. You are so gorgeous."

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get startled. It's been a long time."

"I promise you, there is nothing to be afraid of."

I don't answer her but give her the slighest nod instead. She takes it as her cue and puts her hand back to my knee, a little lower on my calf this time. I let out a long breath, fighting the urge to remove it, not used to physical contact with another woman anymore, but at the same time I feel the growing fire building withing me as I start remembering long forgotten feelings.

I allow her hand to rest on my knee as I stare longingly at her blue eyes. I see they are turning a darker shade and she kisses me softly, as if afraid I would pull back again.

To make her understand I will not go anywhere, I lick her bottom lip, granting her permission to deepen the kiss. We open our mouths and our tongues dance with one another. I moan into her mouth and I feel her hand has moved from my knee to my hip, pulling me closer to her.

As our breahting gets hectic and our kissing more passionate, we hear a sound from the kitchen and I remove my lips from hers.

« Dinner's ready. » I explain, standing up and leaving for the kitchen.

I hear her heels behind my back as she has stood up from the couch as well, to follow me to the kitchen. I feel her stare burning holes in my back and then her hands hugging me from behind. She tucks my poney tail to one side to have more access to the back of my neck on which she places a gentle kiss.

I take two plates from the cupboard and serve dinner.

The food is delicious and she confirms she loves it.

We drink some of the French wine and I am pleased I chose a dry and fruity white wine that accompanies perfectly the chicken. I am not a wine expert and usually make up my mind according to the design of the bottle.

After desert we are back on the couch with the rest of the white wine. And I see the lust in her eyes again. I know what is going to happen but I don't know if I am ready. I thought I was.

This time I am the one to empty the glass with one big gulp. I needed some liquid courage.

Amelia soon does the same, putting the empty glass on the floor. She runs her slender fingers up my arm, along my neck and she unties my hair that fall on my shoulders. I feel her fingers on my scalp, running down my hair as if she was trying to comb them, to tame them. I close my eyes, enjoying the lightning that courses through my body.

When I open my eyes, I see her face close to mine, her lips only an inch from mine. Her blue eyes are almost black. I feel flushed. I forget to breathe. She straddles me and starts kissing my jaw line, my neck, and her lips move upwards to my ear where she whispers:

« Is your roommate expected anytime soon ? »

It takes me some time to realize what she means.

« Hum, no, she is out for the night. »

« Still. Is there a bedroom somewhere ? »

I gather up some courage and gulp before answering « Let's find out. »

She stands and takes me by the hand, and I lead the way.

Once inside my bedroom, we get rid of our dresses and sit on the bed in our underwears. I take her in my arms as she pushes me further up the bed. She resumes the kissing while I let my hands roam on her back, on her sides, making her giggle.

« Ticklish much ? » I tease.

I am usually the one ending up laughing during sex, depending on where I am being touched. My skin is overly sensitive.

I start massaging her breasts and she deepens the kiss, moaning.

My hands suddenly become numb and oblivious as her lips found one of my nipples and started licking it. I moan as she bites it before licking it some more and moving to the other breast. I feel wet and push my core against her hip as I start grinding.

« Someone is eager ? » she teases. But she doesn't want to lose anymore time.

I feel her fingers carress my stomach and my thigh. She rests her hand on my panties and I know she can feel the heat and wetness. She now inserts her hand inside my panties and start rubbing against my clit.

I can't take it anymore, I moan louder and move my hips some more. She smirks and finally decides to take my panties off.

Her fingers are on my clit again, rubbing in circles. I take her right wrist in my hand and hold it hard, preventing it to go anywhere. I don't need more teasing.

« Please... » I beg.

And I feel her fingers inside me. I open my eyes, surprised that it did not take more begging to get what I want, and I see her beautiful inked arm moving up and down inside me. I almost cum just from the sight.

She pumps harder, curling her fingers upwards each time she pulls out. And I can't take it anylonger. A wave of heat hits me and I cum, harsh and loud.

As I come down from my high, I feel her fingers get out of me, and they start massaging my clit again as she kisses my inner thigh. Quickly my breathing becomes shallow and her tongue enters my mouth as I hear myself moan.

She climbs on top of me, knowing from the noises I am making I am about to climax again soon.

I don't know at what moment she took her panties off, but I notice from her wetness against my leg that we are both naked. I wrap my legs around her hips as we kiss, and she starts grinding, rubbing her clit against mine, gently at first, and harder and quicker in rhythm with our heart beats.

I feel her reaching her orgasm in no time, and hearing the beautigul sounds escaping from her lips is enough to make me cum. My body is shuddering underneath hers, she rests her head in the crook of my neck, panting.

«That was...something ! » she whispers before adding in a worried tone « What's going on ? »

I know she must have felt a tear roll down my cheek and neck.

« Nothing. »

« Please, tell me. »

« I haven't felt like that in a long time. Please, I don't want to talk right now. »

She looks deep into my eyes, trying to get some answers, but decides not to push, sensing I might run away again.

We stay in each others arms until we almost fall asleep.

« I'm sorry. I hate to do this, but could you please not sleep here tonight? »

She looks at me, surprised. But just nods.

« I'm calling a cab. »

« I'm sorry really. »

« You don't need to explain. I just hope I'll see you again. I don't want it to be a one time thing. »

« Me neither. »

She smiles lightly, reassured a bit and calls for a taxi. She gets dressed and comes back in bed, waiting for the taxi company to call her back.

After ten minutes, her phones rings.

« My car is here. I should go. »

« Your cab you mean. »

She stops in her track, looks at me blankly before stuttering.

« Yes, my...my cab. That's what I meant. Can I see you tomorrow ? »

« Sorry, I have things planned. »

« Sure, no problem. I have a shit load of work to do anyway. I'm leaving on Monday for a week on the west coast. My boss is sending me. »

« Oh. Text me then. »

« I will. And I'll see you when I'm back. Sleep tight. »

She kisses my forehead before walking out of the bedroom and out of my flat.