The two women stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, appraising each other. They had heard bits and pieces about each other here and there. Now they were face to face for the first time.
Samantha at once felt at ease, she could feel Jessica's warmth and was sure that they could become close friends in a very short time despite what had transpired during the last three weeks. During this time Jessica had traveled around Germany with George, whom she called her boyfriend for want of a better term.
While Jessica and George enjoyed each others company Samantha had a chance to get to know and appreciate Jessica's husband. She also had a chance to alleviate his loneliness and happily had risen to shoulder that burden. Jessica's realization of Hubby and Samantha having enjoyed some play time had caused a very short lived discomfort in the beginning. But the two women quickly sensed that they were cut from the same cloth and the discomfort was replaced by a gladness of having found a kindred soul. The discovery that both were of mixed blood helped greatly to cement the budding friendship.
"Join me for a cup of coffee and stay a while, I would love to get to know you better," had Jessica smiled, boldly taking Samantha's hand to pull her into the kitchen. "As you know by now, I am working for your Uncle George and Jessica is my working name. But away from work I am just plain Liolani. I love my name, I love the musical sound of it, but I also know that it can be too much of a mouthful when we are just talking to each other.
Just like I might call you Sam sometimes you may call me Koi,
a name that my hubby gave me in Hawaii. I know it sounds like 'coy', but 'coy' is not me as you will find out. The people on Maui may tell you that MAUI NO KA OI, which means 'there is nothing better than Maui'. My hubby claimed 'Liolani no ka oi', which he then shortened to KOI.
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That was two weeks ago. During that time their friendship and appreciation of the other had blossomed to a point where they shared their deepest feelings with each other. They had discovered much that bound them. Both were happy to have found a true friend. The two women came to appreciate each other; both fiercely independent thinkers, both the embodiment of the true female, proud of themselves and their bodies.
Samantha was only nineteen, about half Liolani's age, but she had the gift of grasping the essence of an argument, repackaging it and presenting it either as a new idea or the original reformulated as acceptable. It was no surprise then that Liolani had invited Samantha for a brainstorming session,
Hubby's birthday was approaching fast and Liolani wanted to do something special for him. She owed him much, she felt, for his understanding of her need for her 'other life', her need for time with George; and then just recently, his blessing of her going to Europe for three weeks with George. She could not think of anything that could express her love and her gratitude.
Samantha might think of something Liolani hoped; she is the second woman in his life and should know him fairly well by now.
Samantha was overjoyed to be part of the decision for a birthday gift for the man with whom she had spent some joyful, happy times and whom she had come to admire and appreciate.
Liolani greeted her at the door with a hug and a peck on the cheek, and then motioned her to the armchair next to the couch, the one Samantha liked best. "I have coffee ready and will be back in a jiffy, so don't move," commanded Liolani. She did come right back to the living room with two cups of freshly brewed Gevalia coffee.
Liolani looked at her friend and explained that this gift had to be something special. "I thought of setting him down in his favorite armchair, doing a strip tease and a little dance for him. But I have done already twice, so that's out. I have to think of something else."
"Does he have any fantasies you could fulfill," asked Samantha.
"None that I know of."
"Think again," Samantha replied. "I am sure he has some fantasies that he drools over. From what I read all guys do. After all, we girls have ours, so they must have theirs. The only question is, what is your husband's fantasy."
"Well, there is one," admitted Liolani. "He mentioned once that he would really be turned on by watching two girls together, making love to each other."
"I read that that is a very common fantasy," answered her friend. "You should also know that it doesn't stop with just one fantasy. Everyone has several versions of them. I do, and you probably also."
"You got me there. As well as I know him, I know only about his general idea of watching two girls together."
"Oh come on," continued the young one. "I am convinced that he has several versions of it. And seeing how close you two are, I would bet, that his topmost variation is one that includes you. In fact, I would say that you would probably be the main player in his fantasy."
"That may be so but I have you know that I am not the least bit interested in a girl-girl situation. And he knows that," explained Liolani.
"Listen Koi," Samantha came back. "We are not talking about making you happy, but about making your husband happy. What if he knows that, isn't the forbidden fruit the sweetest? A taboo makes a fantasy much sweeter, don't you think? Try to consider your own fantasies."
"I guess so," Liolani admitted. "I just never looked at it this way, I had no reason to do so until you rubbed my nose in it. - what next?"
Samantha took a sip of coffee while her mind formulated an appropriate response. "Before we go on let me state two things, or rather three. Number one, I have never been in a girl-girl situation. Number two, I have never thought about seeking out this kind of pleasure. And number three, I don't even know anyone to do it with. But I will be honest, and I hope you will not misunderstand me. If it should become necessary, or desirable, to have a female love partner I could not think of anyone sweeter and more loveable than you."
There was a smile and also a puzzled look on Liolani's face. "That was one of the most wonderful compliments I ever received, dear, maybe even THE most. And I agree with you, if it ever should be the best solution to a problem, you should be my partner. No one else would do."
Samantha took over again, "Let's hold it here for a moment. We are getting too philosophical. We started out with what to do for hubby's birthday to make it memorable. We found just one thing, something you would not completely rule out, but would not seek out either. That made me wonder about myself, where do I stand? Am I right so far?"
Liolani nodded her head. "I think you are quite right. S we should close this avenue."
But Samantha was not finished. "There was just one thought that kept nagging me in the background. The best way to explain that thought will be by an everyday example. What if my future man likes broccoli so very much and I hate it, would I cook and serve it once in a while? I think so. How about you?"
Liolani had an uncomfortable feeling about where this conversation was heading and tried to wiggle out of it. "Samantha, there is a difference between broccoli and the kind of sex we were talking about."
"Is there?" questioned Samantha. "The only difference I see is that I do not like broccoli, but I might, just might, enjoy being loved by a girl. I am absolutely sure about the broccoli, but I am not absolutely sure about the other."
Liolani tried without luck to sort out her jumble of emotions before inquiring, "are you saying that you are considering a girl-girl show for him after all?"
It was Samantha's turn. "Let's see. You love him with all your heart. I foremost respect and admire him and I also love him in my way, not as you do. Yes, I would cook broccoli for him to make him happy."
The older woman stared in awe at her co-conspirator, waiting a few seconds before she spoke. "Did it ever occur to you that a career in politics or in sales might be an excellent choice for you? You have me almost convinced that I could put on a show for him if you are my partner. Except that I wouldn't even know what to do or how.
"My dear," answered her friend, " don't you see, I'm in the same boat. But I have an idea. If we want to do this right we definitely will have to do a trial session. And who knows, we might even find out something about ourselves. I am so much younger than you, which means that I could possibly be more flexible in my attitudes than you. In fact, I did notice that your ideas were more set and rigid than mine. Now come here you marvelous sweet girl and hug me."
Liolani obediently rose from the couch and stepped up to Samantha to hug and get hugged. Samantha pushed Liolani's head to rest on her own shoulder while she snuggled against Liolani's. They did not realize it, but they were now bathed in the others cloud of pheromones.
They held each other, each testing their own feelings and emotions. It was Samantha who straightened, put her middle finger under her partner's chin to raise it up. She used the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of the other girl's lips who had her eyes closed, waiting. When Samantha kissed her full on her lips she immediately responded. Their tongues met each other and the taller girl started exploring the inside of her lover's mouth. After a while it was Liolani's turn to let her tongue roam.
After three minutes they broke to get their breath. Samantha's hands slowly crawled around to the front of her partner, not stopping until they reached their goal, a pair of proud tits. When Liolani felt soft hands caressing her tits she trembled slightly and when finally an inquisitive forefinger gently traced circles around her nipples she could not suppress her shaking.
Her nipples stood erect and hard and full, their fullness almost painful. When Samantha grasped her nipples between two fingers through the thin material of the blouse and lightly squeezed them and toyed with them Liolani was near an orgasm.