Henna Tattoo, Part Three

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

Laughing, Andrea said, “Yeah. It’s fine. I like Selena.”

“I know it’s our weekend together but today is the only day she has off this week and…” Emma said, meeting Andrea’s eyes and grinning, “I like her, too. I love her, actually.”

Andrea grinned at her step-sister and said, “I know. It’s pretty obvious when you look at her that you are crazy about her.”

It had been three months since their chance meeting at the sales counter at Arabian Arts, and Emma and Selena’s relationship was getting pretty serious. Andrea wasn’t at all surprised to hear her step-sister drop the ‘L’ word. She had seen the look in Emma’s eyes when she looked at Selena. The girl was hopelessly in love.

Grinning, she thought, And with a good girl, too. For shame.

Selena was far from an angel, but she was nowhere as bad as the girls Emma usually went for. Age appropriate, no prison record… A girl to take home to her mother, which she actually had. Even Emma’s mom liked the girl, something that had never happened before. Admittedly, the other girls Emma had taken home were a mother’s worst nightmare, so Selena must seem like a breath of fresh air to the woman.

“Um,” Emma said, place an errant lock of hair behind her ear, “she’s coming over at seven and is going to cook us dinner.”

Andrea perked up. Unlike her step-sister, Selena was an excellent cook. She wondered what the girl was going to make.

Emma saw her and laughed, “Hey, I’m getting better. Selena has been teaching me how to cook.”

Laughing, Andrea said, “You are getting better. No more burning water for you.”

“Asshole,” Emma said, laughing. She sobered up and said, “You should call Michelina. We could make it a double date.”

“Yeah?” Andrea asked, interested.

“Call her,” Emma said, getting up, “I’m going to grab a shower. If she can come, tell her I’ll pick her up.”

“Okay,” Andrea said, fishing her phone out of her pocket.

Michelina picked up on the second ring, said, “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” Andrea said, her heart beating a little faster. It always seemed to do that, when Michelina was involved.

Emma isn’t the only one hopelessly in love, she thought, smiling. She hadn’t told the girl, but she was head over heels for Michelina.

“How’s Emma’s?” Michelina asked.

“Good,” she said, then, “Um, Selena is coming over. She is going to cook us dinner, and I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“Don’t want to be the third wheel, huh?” Michelina asked, amused.

“No, I just wanted to see you,” Andrea said, smiling.

She could hear the affection in the girl’s voice when she said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Emma said she could pick you up, if you can come.”

“Let me ask,” Michelina said, the phone set down with a thunk.

As she waited, Andrea wondered why she hadn’t told the girl she loved her, yet. She had known for a while now. Shrugging, she guessed it just never came up.

Maybe I’ll tell her today, she thought, wondering if she was brave enough to do it in front of Emma and Selena. Her face felt hot just thinking about it.

Michelina sounded like she was smiling when she came back on the phone, “She said okay.”

“Sweet,” Andrea said, smiling, “I’ll call you when Emma is ready to pick you up.”

“Bye,” Michelina said, making kissing noises.

Laughing, Andrea said, “Bye.”

Andrea picked up her sketch pad and pencil, tapping the latter against her lower lip as she tried to think of something to sketch. In the last couple of months, she had put a nice size dent in the two hundred pages the book contained, creating tattoo designs. She found the medium fascinating, loved that she could tell a story with the imagery. Even as her proficiency with Emma’s old tattoo gun increased, so did her ability to craft flowing designs.

She had even created a few patterns that Emma later put on her customers. It was a thrill taking their ideas and creating a work of art they wanted to put on their bodies. Seeing their eyes widen and the stunned look on their faces as the final design was revealed was addictive, and Andrea kept pestering Emma to give her more projects.

Lately, she had been hanging out at the tattoo shop more and more. The other artists called her the shop mascot, but always had a smile and a hug for her when she showed up. She had learned so much from all of them. Even Sam had taken time out of his busy schedule to give her a few pointers.

Putting the lead to the paper, she drew a stylized heart. After a second, she added two roses bound to the heart by thorny stems. She looked at it a moment, then ended up erasing the flowers. With just the heart left, she tried a different direction. On either side of the heart, she drew a beautiful angel, their hands on the heart. Really without thinking about it, she gave one of the angels Michelina’s face, just a suggestion of the girl’s beauty but clearly her. Looking at the other angel, she felt her heart beat a little faster as an idea came to her. She had to wait until her hand stopped shaking so she could put her own face on the second seraphim.

“You have an angel fetish,” Emma said, startling her. The girl’s hair was still wet, and she had her towel wrapped around her and tucked between her breasts. She laughed when Andrea jumped.

So wrapped up her drawing, she hadn’t heard the water in the shower stop or the girl pad barefoot to the couch to see what she was drawing. Her face turned scarlet as she saw Emma giving her a knowing smile. It was too late to cover the drawing up now, so she took a deep breath and handed the book to Emma.

“You are getting really good at portraits. I can clearly see Michelina in this angel. This one is definitely you,” Emma said, smiling at her, “you know what else I see when I look at this?”

“What?” Andrea asked.

“That I’m not the only one in love,” Emma said, handing the pad back to Andrea.

Andrea took a deep breath and said, “I do love Michelina.”

“She know?” Emma asked, checking the knot on her towel.

“No,” Andrea said.

“You should finish that and give it to her,” Emma said, heading to her bedroom, “I think she’ll get the message.”

Andrea watched the teenager disappear into her bedroom, then looked down at her drawing. Slowly, a smile spread on her face, an idea taking root in her head. She picked her pencil up and started drawing, again.

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Fresh from the shower, Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying her makeup. She has gotten pretty good at it, having lots of practice. She wore makeup at school, something she hadn’t known she had the courage to do. Straight off the bus, she went to her locker, then the bathroom to do her makeup. Before getting on the bus home, she’d wipe it all off. Even months after the first time, she still got a thrill doing it.

Satisfied, she opened the shopping bag on the closed toilet seat. She pulled out the little black dress she had bought at the mall yesterday, grinning. The dress gave her that same tingly feeling wearing makeup at school did because she knew her father would have a stroke if he saw her in it. It wasn’t nearly as slutty as the clothes she had borrowed from Emma, but the dress was still way shorter, tighter and more revealing than anything else she owned. Definitely not something to wear to church, which is how Emma described the rest of her clothes.

She undid the knot in her towel and let it fall to the floor. Naked, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Gone were her henna tattoos, finally faded into nothingness. Her skin was flawless and pale, and she missed the pop of dark red color. Grinning, she thought it might be time to let Emma talk her into another tattoo.

She slipped into some panties and a bra, then stepped into the dress. It was low cut in the front and very short, clung to her in all the right places. She checked herself out in the mirror, loving how she looked. Braver than she had ever been, she thought she was ready to own a dress like this, to be able to wear it without feeling like an impostor.

Emma was largely to blame for her new confidence. Smiling, Andrea thought the girl was a bad influence on her, and she loved her for it.

Moving the bag off the toilet seat, she sat down. From the bottom of the bag, she pulled the shoe box, her other purchase. She took the lid off and set it aside, then pulled the new pair of shoes out of the box. They were high heels, black and shiny. Not as suicidal high as the one’s Emma had made her wear to the mall in Mason, they were still the sexiest pair of shoes she owned.

So sexy, she couldn’t even take them home with her. Along with the dress, they would have to stay here at Emma’s. She didn’t want to be grounded or, worse, be responsible for her father’s heart attack. Shaking her head, she thought Emma was right; her father was a prude.

She slipped into them and stood up. They made her feel sexy, beautiful. It was funny how something as simple as a pair of shoes could change one’s perception of themselves, but the shoes made her feel more desirable.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom and waited for Emma’s reaction. The girl’s eyes widened when she saw her, and she started grinning. She didn’t say anything, just picked up her phone. Andrea watched with interest as she called someone. Emma smiled at her as the phone rang.

“Hey, Selena,” Andrea said, meeting Andrea’s eyes, “change of plans. We are going out… No, she’s still here. Call it a double date. I’ll pick you up… Okay, Bye.”

“Double date?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows.

“That dress would be wasted on this apartment,” Emma said, smiling at her, “you look great, Kiddo. Your father would stroke out if he saw you like this.”

“Probably,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Call Michelina,” Emma said, walking to her bedroom, “tell her to wear something cute. We are going out.”

“Um, okay,” Andrea said, frowning, “where are you going?”

“I need to change,” Emma said, closing the door behind her.

Andrea found her phone and called Michelina. The girl sounded excited when she picked up and said, “On your way?”

“Almost,” Andrea said, then smiled, “Um, there has been a change of plans. We are going out to eat, instead. It’s a double date.”

“Uh, okay,” Michelina said, laughing.

“I know. It just came up,” Andrea said.

“We don’t get to go on many dates,” Michelina said, trying the idea on for size, “I like it.”

“Good,” Andrea said, then added, “wear something sexy.”

“I can do sexy,” Michelina said.

Smiling, Andrea said, “That you can.”

“That’s sweet, chica,” Michelina said, the smile evident in her voice, “I better go. I need to get ready.”

“Okay,” Andrea said, wondering what the girl would wear. Her heart beat a little faster at the possibilities.

A minute later, Emma emerged from her bedroom in a clingy blue dress that left very little to the imagination it was so tight. She was six inches taller in some platform heels that she looked completely at home in.

“Wow,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Too much?” Emma asked, looking down at herself.

“No. Selena is going to love that dress,” Andrea said, meaning it.

“Good,” Emma said, grinning, “I’m hoping to get lucky tonight.”

“Wow,” Andrea said, laughing, “how’s that going to work with Michelina and me with you?”

“That’s why bedroom doors were invented,” she said.

Andrea made a face and Emma laughed. Shaking her head, Andrea said, “I’m sorry I asked.”

“Speaking of which, how long can Michelina stay out?” Emma asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andrea asked, blushing.

“Come on,” Emma said, grinning at her, “I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to get laid tonight.”

Her face hot, Andrea said, “I- I don’t know how late she can stay out.”

“If it were me,” Emma said, her smile becoming playful, “I’d see if she could stay the night.”

Andrea looked at her step-sister for a long moment, then picked up her phone and called Michelina. Emma was watching her, amused. Turning her back on the girl, she called Michelina. She could still feel Emma’s eyes on her, and it made her want to squirm, so she went into the kitchen. She heard Emma laughing.

“Hey,” Michelina said.

“Um, do you think you’d be allowed to stay over?”

The grin was clear in the girl’s voice, as she said, “Expecting the date to go well, are we?”

“Kind of hoping,” Andrea said, glancing at Emma. The girl was grinning at her. She turned away, again.

“I already asked. Mama said it’s okay,” Michelina said, then in a lower voice, “of course she thinks I’m staying at your house and not Emma’s. And she doesn’t know about the date.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Andrea teased, smiling.

“In fact, do you think you can pick me up early so I can change there?” Michelina asked.

“Um, hold on,” Andrea said, then to her step-sister, “do you think we could pick her up early so she can change here?”

Emma grinned at her, “That sounds promising, if she is afraid to wear something in front of her parents.”

Laughing, Andrea put the phone back to her mouth and said, “We’ll be there in fifteen.”

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“Thanks for picking me…”

Andrea smiled as the girl noticed how she was dressed. She stopped half in the car to stare at Andrea, her eyes wide. Finally, she got in the car and smiled at Andrea. Looking Andrea up and down, Michelina’s smile widened.

“Chica,” Michelina said, her eyes flashing at Andrea, “muy caliente!”

Andrea didn’t know a lot of Spanish, but she knew what that meant, and it made her smile. It was the reaction she had hoped to get from the dress. The way Michelina was looking at her with that smile on her face made her feel very hot, indeed.

In the front seat, Emma laughed and said, “Can you close the door so that we can get out of here?”

Grinning sheepishly, Michelina closed her door and said, “Sorry. Oye, you look beautiful, too.”

Emma looked over her shoulder and grinned at her, “Thanks, Michelina.”

Michelina let Emma get a block away from her house before pulling Andrea close for a heated kiss. Andrea was a little dizzy by the time the girl let her come up for air.

“You really do look beautiful, Chica. This dress…” she said, grinning.

“I was thinking about you when I picked it out,” Andrea said, which was the truth.

“This is for me, then?” Michelina asked.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, laughing when Emma turned the radio up. She saw the girl shaking her head and grinning. Blushing, Andrea said, “I didn’t expect to have the opportunity to wear it for you so soon, though.”

Michelina kissed her, again, and Andrea felt her toes curling in her brand new high heels. She guessed the girl liked the dress.

“I have a surprise for you, too,” Michelina said, patting her backpack, “I might have raided Olivia’s closet.”

Andrea’s eyes widened slightly, and she wondered what Michelina had borrowed from her fifteen-year-old sister. She was pretty sure Olivia shopped at the same stores that Emma did. Anything from the girl’s closet should look sexy on Michelina.

Laughing, Michelina said, “Maribelle caught me in Olivia’s room. Little blackmailer made me give her five bucks to keep quiet.”

The mental image of the adorable five-year-old with her hand out made Andrea laugh. Maribelle was a sweetie and Andrea had grown fond of the little girl in the last couple months. The munchkin called her Andy, the only person ever to call her that. It amused her for some reason.

They made it back to Emma’s apartment, and Michelina locked herself in the bathroom to change. Sitting on the couch, Andrea wondered what she’d look like when she came back out. Olivia liked her clothes tight and revealing, and Andrea wondered which outfit Michelina had chosen. She felt her heart start to beat faster as she considered the possibilities.

The girl seemed to take forever, Andrea growing more and more anxious as time stretched out. When the girl finally stepped out of the bathroom, she saw why it had taken so long and that it was worth the wait. Andrea gaped at her girlfriend, her already racing heart taking off at a sprint. She had expected the girl to look good when she came out but nothing like this. Her jaw was in danger of touching the floor, and she was about to start drooling on herself.

Michelina had done her hair and borrowed Andrea’s makeup kit, then squeezed into a little red dress. Michelina was inches shorter and pounds lighter than her older sister, but the dress was still snug on her, molded to her in all the right places. Olivia probably couldn’t breath when she wore the dress. On her feet were some strappy sandals.

Emma grinned and said, “Wow.”

Andrea just nodded, speechless.

“Too much?” Michelina asked, nervously looking down at herself.

“Probably,” Emma said, laughing.

Swallowing hard, Andrea said, “You look… To borrow your words, muy muy caliente.”

“I don’t know how Olivia can wear this,” Michelina said, tugging the hem of the dress down, “it’s almost too small for me, and she’s four inches taller and twenty pounds heavier.”

“It fits you perfectly,” Andrea said, smiling.

“Yeah?” Michelina asked, grinning at her.

“Yeah. You look incredible,” she said.

Emma got up and found her camera, said, “I need a picture.”

Andrea rolled her eyes and Michelina laughed. Still, Andrea went to her girlfriend and put her arm around her waist. Emma grinned at them standing close, and Andrea felt her cheeks color. Taking a deep breath, she smiled so Emma could take the picture. Emma brought the camera over so they could look at it. Andrea blinked in surprise, barely recognizing the two girls in the viewfinder. The makeup and the clothing made them look much older than thirteen. They could easily pass as high school sophomores.

“Look at us,” Michelina said, grinning, “at least, I think it’s us.”

Grinning at Andrea, Emma said, “Your halo is slipping more and more.”

“Yeah, because you keep pushing it,” Andrea said, laughing.

Emma grabbed her purse and keys. As she walked to the door, she said over her shoulder, “I’ve done no such thing. Let’s go.”

Andrea looked at Michelina, and the girl was grinning. Andrea smiled back at her, motioning towards the door with her head. Michelina glanced at the door, taking a deep breath. Smiling, Andrea thought Michelina just realized she was about to leave the apartment dressed like this. The girl seemed a little hesitant, so Andrea put her hand in the small of the girl’s back, urging her out the door without seeming like she was urging her.

Selena lived across town, so they had to book it if they were going to be on time to pick her up. Andrea laughed when Emma took off her right heel so that she could drive better. Glancing at Michelina, she put her seat belt on and pulled it snug. The girl got the message and did the same. Just in time to, as Emma whipped away from the curb and they were on their way. They made it to Selena’s apartment building with time to spare.

Andrea was pretty sure they had just set a record time getting here. Unfortunately, the folks from Guinness World Records weren’t around to verify it. The only proof Andrea had were the finger-shaped indentions in the door handle from where she was holding on for dear life.

Everyone filed out of the car and Emma buzzed Selena’s apartment. Selena let them in, and they climbed the stairs to the third floor. The girl met them at the door, smiling. Her eyes widened when she saw the three of them in the hallway. She looked down at herself, then she said, “Um, I think I need to change.”

“I said we were going out,” Emma said, giving her a kiss.

“Yeah, with two thirteen-year-olds,” Selena said, laughing as she stepped aside to let them into the apartment, “I thought I was overdressed but clearly I was wrong.”

“Hey, Selena,” Andrea said, grinning when the girl gave her a hug, “Um, Selena… This is Michelina.”

Michelina gave Andrea a surprised look when she found herself being hugged, too. Andrea smiled at her, amused. Selena was a bit of a hugger, something Andrea had learned pretty quick.

“It’s nice to meet you, Michelina,” Selena said, pulling back to arm’s length, “I’ve heard a good bit about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“You, too,” Michelina said, smiling at her.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Selena said, heading for her bedroom, “I need to change real quick. I have this dress I’ve been saving for a special occasion, and I think I’ll wear it tonight.”

Emma started to follow her, but Selena said, “Sit. I want to surprise you.”

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Andrea glanced at Michelina, grinning. The girl returned it, looking at Emma and Selena sitting in the booth across from them. The two women were obviously in love and kind of cute in their affection. Especially Emma, who couldn’t stop talking about Selena’s dress, how beautiful she looked. Not that she didn’t look fabulous in her slinky white wrap, but Andrea suspected her step-sister’s opinion was biased.

Under the table, Michelina found Andrea’s hand. Smiling at the girl, Andrea entwined her fingers in Michelina’s. She glanced around the restaurant, but no one was paying them much attention. Not anymore, anyway. They had attracted a few looks when they first came into the dining area, ranging from disbelieving to amused to inappropriately interested. Her heart had been racing and her cheeks red as the hostess showed them their seats. She was still getting used to the attention.

She got a little thrill holding Michelina’s hand in public. They had decided to keep their relationship private, but sometimes she was jealous of the couples at the mall walking hand in hand. She really couldn’t say why she wanted to hold Michelina’s hand at the mall. Maybe because she couldn’t.

Their food came, and it was delicious. Emma had insisted on going to a nice restaurant since they were all dressed up. It was an unexpected treat and Andrea was soaking it all up. Having real menus and cloth napkins made this feel more like a real date and not just having diner with her step-sister.

They made small talk as they ate, laughing and having a good time. Andrea was almost sad when the check came, and it was time to go. They all piled into Emma’s car and headed back to Emma’s apartment. Barely in the door, Andrea kicked off her shoes. As pretty as the heels were, they were hard on the feet.

Emma saw her and said, “They get easier to wear.”

“Really?” Andrea asked.

“No,” Emma said, laughing, “but they make your legs and butt look good.”

Selena said, “Get some insoles. Take it from someone whose on her feet for eight hours a day, insoles are your friend.”

“Poor baby,” Emma said, kissing her, “I’ll give you a foot rub later.”

“You are my hero,” Selena said, laughing. She gave Emma a playful smile and inclined her head slightly at the bedroom. It was subtle, but Emma caught it and started grinning.

Andrea caught it, too, and laughed. Emma gave her a dirty look and put her hand on the small of Selena’s back, steering her toward the bedroom. She paused long enough to turn on the radio, then the duo disappeared into Emma’s bedroom. Andrea looked at Michelina, and they both started giggling.

“Oh,” Andrea said, sobering up. She went to her backpack and pulled out her sketch pad. Opening it to her latest drawing, she hesitated, her heart racing in her breast. She glanced at Michelina sitting on the couch, watching her with interest. Finally, she made up her mind and took a deep breath to summon her courage. She sat on the next to the girl, but didn’t immediately give her the sketch pad.

“I drew you something,” she said, her voice a little shaky.

“Me?” Michelina said, smiling.

Andrea wondered if Emma was right, that Michelina would take one look at her sketch and know that Andrea loved her. Then, she wondered if the girl felt the same. She didn’t know what she’d do if Michelina didn’t love her back. She started to freak herself out, and she almost didn’t give Michelina the sketch pad. It was the smile Michelina was favoring her with that finally let Andrea pass her the notebook.

Michelina gasped, her hand going to her mouth. She looked at the drawing a very long time, not saying anything. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes when she finally looked back up at Andrea. She sat the book aside and hugged Andrea tight enough to take her breath away. Andrea felt tears slip down her cheek as she wrapped the girl up in her arms.

Her voice was thick with emotion as she whispered in the girl’s ear, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Michelina said, pulling back to smile at her. She wiped Andrea’s tears away, then gave her a kiss that stole her breath away.

Andrea took her hand, and they just smiled at each other for a while. Already swollen with love, Andrea’s heart was ready to burst as she looked at the girl. She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this about anyone or anything else. Her loved for Michelina even eclipsed her love for her parents and Emma, and she loved them dearly.

“This drawing,” Michelina said, looking down at the sketch Andrea had given her, “I love it. So romantic. Thank you.”

“Thanks for not freaking out when you saw it,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Why would I freak out?” The girl asked, playfully.

“You know why,” Andrea said.

“Andrea,” Michelina said, smiling affectionately at her, “why wouldn’t I love you? You are beautiful, funny, and great in the sack.”

Snorting in surprise at that last line, Andrea laughed, “Those are the reasons I love you, too.”

Michelina leaned in for a kiss, and it lingered, neither girl in a hurry for it to end. It was slow and sensual but not without passion behind it. Each caress of Michelina’s tongue against her own made her want more.

It only ended when sounds of pleasure loud enough to be heard over the radio came through the closed bedroom door. Andrea glanced at the door, then back at Michelina. The girl was grinning, and Andrea lost it, fell out giggling. It only got worse as those cries of ecstasy got louder. Either Emma or Selena was really feeling good, judging by the noises coming out of the bedroom.

Still laughing, Michelina got up and went to the radio, turning it up more. She came back to the couch, sitting close to Andrea.

Her side hurting from laughing so hard, Andrea said, “I think they are passed the point of caring if we hear them.”

Grinning at Andrea, Michelina said, “It isn’t for them.”

Andrea’s heart started racing as the girl moved closer and kissed her. Nothing slow or languid about this kiss. Andrea found herself responding to Michelina, her body wanting what the girl had in mind. As her arousal grew, she couldn’t keep her hands off the girl.

Michelina got to her feet and ran the little zipper under her arm down. She shimmied out of the dress and Andrea drank in her lovely body. The girl looked so tempting standing there in just her bra and panties, so much richly tanned skin on display. Michelina saw her looking and smiled as she slipped out of those, too. Naked, the girl sat down on the couch, moving close.

“You are so beautiful,” Andrea said, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Leaving the girl to watch, Andrea got to her feet and slipped her little black dress from her shoulders slowly. She let the anticipation build as the dress worked lower and lower, revealing first her small breasts then lower until she finally let gravity pull it the rest of the way off. Stepping out of it, she kicked the dress aside. She unfastened the clasps to her bra, let if fall free. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she ran them down her long legs, then off.

Naked, she went to the girl, sat on her lap. She kissed Michelina, let the girl draw her deep into it. Her body responded, heat blossoming between her thighs. Michelina’s hands, as they moved over Andrea’s body, left her wanting more.

Michelina urged Andrea to turn on her lap until she was facing the girl. Andrea smiled as Michelina pulled her legs up Indian style and she found herself sitting in the hollow of her legs. Wrapping her arms around the girl’s neck, Andrea kissed her deeply as she began to move her hips slowly, sensually. Michelina’s hands found her buttocks and her girlfriend urged her to move faster. Andrea pulled back to smile at the girl, letting her pace gradually increase. Each time their bodies met, delicious little shivers worked through Andrea’s body.

Andrea loved this position, loved being able to look in Michelina’s eyes. It was intimate and sexy being able to see the girl’s desire, the pleasure coursing through her body in the slight widening of her eyes. She could share in her girlfriend’s enjoyment, and it only stoked her own. They fed off each others excitement, building their passion to almost a fever pitch.

The couch groaned in protest as their pace became frantic, their bodies a blur. Its creaking springs was an amusing counterpoint to their sighs and their moans of pleasure. As their little sounds of excitement grew louder, so did the squeal of its torment. Andrea saw Michelina grinning and knew the girl found the noisy couch amusing, too.

Glancing at the closed bedroom door, Andrea hoped Emma and Selena didn’t need to leave the room for anything. She was painfully exposed, sitting on Michelina’s lap. Still looking at the simple particle board door, she felt her heart start to race in her breast.

Michelina put her hand on Andrea’s chin, turned her eyes away from the door. The girl grinned at her, then kissed her deeply. As her toes curled, Andrea forgot to care about Emma or Selena seeing them. The world shrank until it was just Michelina and her. She lost herself in the roll of the girl’s hips, the meeting of their bodies.

A minute or an hour, Andrea wasn’t sure how long they moved together in perfect harmony, the give and take of their lovemaking driving them both to the edge of bliss, but she felt her body gathering tension for a world-shattering climax. She heard Michelina’s cries grow urgent and knew the girl was right there with her. The girl’s fingers dug into Andrea’s buttocks, kept her hips moving even as the grace left her body. Andrea cried out as she came, her body exploding with pleasure. Half a heartbeat behind her, Michelina stiffened, her body shaking through her own orgasm.

Andrea tried to catch her breath, shivering as the cool air in the apartment found her sweat-slick body. She met Michelina’s eyes and saw the dazed look on the girl’s face. Andrea laughed, wondering if she looked as stunned as her girlfriend.

She shivered, again.

They pulled the covers around their naked bodies, really not wanting to get dressed, yet. Andrea smiled at the feel of Michelina’s lovely body molded to her back, sighed happily. She liked being here, cozy in the girl’s arms, her body still tingling from their lovemaking.

“I was thinking…” Michelina said, kissing Andrea just behind her ear.

Shivering, Andrea asked, “About what?”

“Maybe we could turn your drawing into a henna design,” Michelina said, the hand on Andrea’s hip slipping up to cup Andrea’s breast.

Sighing, Andrea asked, “For you or me?”

“Yes,” Michelina said, her fingers gently teasing Andrea’s stiffened nipple.

Andrea was starting to respond to the girl’s touch, again, and she wasn’t entirely sure she understood what the girl meant. Groaning, she asked, “What do you mean, yes?”

“One half of the tattoo for you and the other for me,” Michelina said, letting her hand slip from Andrea’s breast. It slipped lower, and Andrea opened her thighs a little to let the girl in.

“You mean… Like matching tattoos?” Andrea said, around a moan. Michelina’s fingers had awakened her nerve endings, and her caress had Andrea’s hips moving.

“I’d have an angel and half the heart, and you’d have the other side,” Michelina said, kissing Andrea’s neck where it met her shoulder.

The pleasure washing through her body was making it hard to think about what the girl was saying. Still, she could see one obvious pitfall of the girl’s idea. Her voice breathy with excitement, she said, “We have gym class together, remember? The girls are going to notice the tattoos.”

“Yeah,” Michelina said.

Andrea realized Michelina was okay with that. Curious, she asked, “What happened to keeping our relationship a secret?”

“I love you, Andrea,” Michelina said, the smile clear in her voice, “and I don’t care who knows.”

“Huh,” Andrea said, grinning. The statement made her feel a little warm and fuzzy, and she snuggled back into the girl’s embrace. Michelina held her tightly.

“It was just an idea,” Michelina said, kissing Andrea’s neck, “we don’t have to.”

Andrea smiled and said, “I’ll draw something up tomorrow, then we can decide if we are brave enough to let Emma put it on us.”

“It doesn’t take bravery for me to tell the world I love you. I want to shout it from the rooftops,” Michelina said.

Gasping in surprise, Andrea turned on the couch to face the girl. She saw the truth of the statement in Michelina’s eyes and her heart forgot to beat for a few seconds. It started racing when it remembered to beat, again, and she hugged the girl.

“When did you get so romantic?” Andrea asked, still squeezing the girl.

“I don’t know,” Michelina said, pulling back to grin at her, “you just bring it out of me.”

“See,” Andrea said, smiling affectionately at her, “there you go, again.”

Michelina just kissed her, and Andrea lost herself in it. The covers were thrown back as passion welled between them, again. Andrea rolled onto her back, and Michelina moved atop her. Andrea smiled up at her, and Michelina kissed her. It was just a brush of her lips, then she moved lower. The trail of kisses she left on Andrea’s supine body left Andrea’s skin tingling, and she sighed each time Michelina’s soft lips met her skin. Her heart was racing by the time the girl gently spread her legs wide. Michelina grinned at her, lowering her mouth to the soft folds of Andrea’s girlhood.

Andrea smiled, thinking about the porn video she had seen on Emma’s computer. It had been very… informative. Andrea had learned the joys of giving pleasure, of using her mouth to drive Michelina’s body crazy. In the months since, she has learned the joy of receiving pleasure, as well. She wasn’t sure which she liked better.

The first time Michelina did this to her, the girl had been hesitant, unsure. Not this time, though. Her talented tongue was hot and wet as it teased Andrea’s bud, the pressure sending pleasure coursing through Andrea’s body. A faint grin tugged at the girl’s lips as she forced a moan from Andrea’s slack mouth. Andrea found her confidence sexy as hell. It only fueled her excitement.

Her moans grew louder, and she was glad for the radio. She didn’t even try to restrain the little cries that escaped her, Michelina making it impossible to hold them in, anyway. Michelina just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. Her body began to move on its own, her hips rolling against the girl’s mouth.

Andrea stroked the girl’s hair lovingly. She propped up on her elbow, so she could see what Michelina was doing to her. Michelina saw her, winked. The girl turned her head to one side so Andrea could see the flick of her tongue against her bud. It gave her a naughty thrill, watching her girlfriend do this to her.

She collapsed to her back as what Michelina was doing began to feel really good. She lost control of her body, and it writhed under the sweet torture. It felt too good to last, and she felt an orgasm welling up inside. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions and her back arched, then she gasped as her body exploded with pleasure. Her hips jerked spastically, and she had to push Michelina’s head from between her thighs. The orgasm left her trembling all over, and she sighed as the feel good juices flooded her bloodstream.

She felt as light as a feather.

Michelina grinned up at her, and Andrea gave her an appreciative smile. Michelina sat back on her haunches, then stretched out on her back at the other end of the couch. Andrea got to her knees, moving between the girl’s spread legs. She kissed the inside of Michelina’s thigh, working her way down. Michelina’s breathing got a little funny the closer she came to her girlhood, and it made Andrea smile.

The first taste of Michelina’s bud on her tongue was intoxicating, and Andrea couldn’t get enough. The salty taste of the sweat on her skin and the musky scent of her excitement made Andrea a little light-headed with excitement. The first soft moan to escape her girlfriend was like music to her ears.

She rolled her eyes up and saw Michelina biting her lip. Even with the radio on, the girl was trying to keep quiet. With a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, Andrea didn’t make it easy on her. Michelina gave up holding her cries in as Andrea teased her tender bud, the flick of her tongue driving Michelina’s body crazy.

Michelina’s eyes closed and her face screwed up in pleasure. Her cries grew louder and her body writhed under Andrea’s attention. Her head tossed listlessly.

Andrea let her hands slip from the girl’s hips, up her flanks to cup her small breasts. Michelina’s eyes opened as she teased the stiffened nipples. Groaning, Michelina covered her hands with her own, her back arching off the couch cushion. Her fingers tightened on Andrea’s hands as she continued her sweet torture.

The little cries Michelina was making changed, became eager as tension entered her body. Andrea let that pressure build and build until the girl simply couldn’t take, any more. With a cry of ecstasy the radio couldn’t completely mask, Michelina stiffened with her orgasm, her whole body arching off the couch so that only her heels and head made contact with the furniture. Then the tension fled her, and she collapsed like a limp rag.

Andrea glanced at the door to Emma’s room. If the duo inside had heard Michelina’s cry, they didn’t come to investigate. She glanced at the girl and started laughing. Michelina blushed, still trying to catch her breath.

“That was a little loud, wasn’t it?” Michelina said, craning her neck to look at the bedroom door.

“A little,” Andrea said, crawling up to give her a kiss.

“Um,” Michelina said, suddenly shy, “maybe we should get dressed.”

“Ah, where’s the fun in that?” Andrea said, kissing her, again, “Besides, if Emma and Selena haven’t come running by now, they aren’t going to.”

Michelina glanced at the door, again, and Andrea laughed, “Fine. Let’s get dressed, then we can talk about this idea of yours. The matching tattoos… “

——————————————

“Are you sure about this?”

Emma looked from Andrea to Michelina, then grinned when she saw they were serious. She gave them a hug and said, “You two are so cute.”

Her cheeks red, Andrea said, “Shut up.”

Selena picked up the drawing and looked at it. She grinned at Andrea and said, “I keep wanting to say the talent must run in the family, then I remember you two are only step-sisters.”

“Most people just assume we ARE sisters,” Emma said.

“Sharing some DNA doesn’t make you sisters,” Selena said, handing the drawing back to Emma, “just makes you related. I don’t think anyone would argue that you two aren’t sisters, though.”

Emma put her arm around Andrea’s shoulder, and Andrea smiled at her.

“Ah,” Michelina said, laughing.

It was Emma’s turn to say, “Shut up.”

“I think it is sweet you two want to do this,” Selena said, smiling at them, “and very brave.”

Andrea grinned at Michelina and said, “I love her and don’t care who knows it.”

Michelina laughed, recognizing her own words.

“So, she finally told you, huh?” Emma asked Michelina. The girl nodded, taking Andrea’s hand.

Selena wrapped her arms around Emma’s neck and grinned at Michelina, said, “I guess it was a night of firsts, then.”

“So, she finally told you, huh?” Andrea asked, making Emma laugh.

“If you two are serious about this,” Emma said, nodding at the picture, “you better put the paste together, so it can cure.”

“Um, we did it last night,” Andrea said, grinning, “it’s in the fridge.”

“So this isn’t a spur of the moment decision, then?” Emma asked.

“No,” Andrea said, getting up and going to Emma’s workstation. She tore off a piece of the transfer paper and brought it back to the kitchen. Handing it to Emma, she said, “We are ready whenever you are.”

“You already made the stencil, too?” Emma laughed.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, smiling.

“Very cool,” Emma said, looking at it, “and you made it more henna friendly.”

“I’m jealous,” Selena said, playfully pouting, “I want a new tattoo, now.”

Grinning, Emma asked, “Just how much paste did you mix?”

Andrea laughed and said, “Enough to share.”

“It’s your lucky day,” Emma said, kissing Selena.

“Andrea,” Selena said, putting her arm around Emma’s waist, “could you draw me something?”

“Me?” Andrea asked, surprised.

“Emma has been showing me some of your sketches,” Selena said, smiling at her.

“She has?”

“Yeah. She’s like a proud big sister. She has reason to be… What I’ve seen is amazing,” Selena said.

Pleased, Andrea smiled shyly and said, “Thanks, Selena.”

“So… Would you draw me something?” The woman asked.

“Um, sure. What did you have in mind?”

Selena came over and whispered in her ear. Andrea started grinning and said, “Yeah. She’ll love it.”

“Who’ll love it?” Emma asked.

“You,” Selena said, smiling at her.

“What will I love?” She asked, looking from Andrea to her girlfriend. Seeing that no answer was forthcoming, she gave them a dirty look.

“Ah, don’t worry,” Selena said, going to her and wrapping her arms around her neck.

“Uh huh,” she said, grinning at her. Finally, she turned to Andrea and Michelina, said, “Let’s get you two stenciled up. Have you figured out where you are putting it?”

Andrea moved against Michelina’s side. She pulled up her shirt and Michelina did the same. Emma saw what they had in mind and started grinning.

“Very cool,” Emma said, folding the stencil in half. She carefully tore it in two, giving one side to each girl. They held the stencil in place, the edges just meeting. When they stood like this, the tattoo would be complete, again.

The transfer gel was cold when Emma smeared it on Andrea’s stomach, and she gasped. Emma grinned at her as she carefully placed the stencil, then smoothed it onto Andrea’s skin. While it dried, the nineteen-year-old did the same with Michelina. When the paper was removed, they went to the bathroom so they could see what the tattoo was going to look like on their skin.

Andrea loved it, but her heart was racing in her breast. This was the point of no return. They could still scrub the stencil off and wait for another day to let the world know they were together. Once the henna was on their skin, there would be no going back. She met Michelina’s eyes in the mirror and saw the girl was nervous, too. Andrea took her hand, squeezing it. She inclined her head toward the door, and Michelina took a deep breath and nodded.

Back in the living room, Andrea said, “We are ready.”

“Are you sure?” Emma asked.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, taking a deep breath.

“Then go lie down, get comfortable,” Emma said, heading into the kitchen, “and I’ll be right in.”

Andrea took Michelina’s hand and led her into Emma’s bedroom. The girl laughed at the tossed sheets and Andrea grinned at her. They pulled the comforter up and laid atop it. Andrea pulled the hem of her shirt up and through the neck opening. Michelina laughed and did the same.

A few minutes later, Emma and Selena came into the room, the former with a bowl of prepared henna paste and her applicator bottles. Andrea felt her heart start racing, again, at the sight of those little plastic bottles with various sized openings. Emma had already filled a few of them, and she saw the greenish looking paste through the clear plastic.

“Ready?” Emma asked, crawling onto the bed and straddling Andrea’s thighs.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Yeah.”

Emma traced the outline of the heart, then glanced at Michelina. She shook the bottle at the girl, and Michelina laughed and nodded. Emma quickly outlined the half of heart on Michelina’s stomach, as well.

“There,” Emma said, winking at her, “no going back now.”

With a steady hand, Emma filled in the rest of Andrea’s half of the tattoo. The heart, the angel, the banner with Michelina’s initials… All the delicate details that Emma managed to squeeze into the complicated medium. Selena held up a mirror so Andrea could see what her new tattoo would look like.

“Wow,” Andrea said, laughing nervously. She could clearly read Michelina’s initials just under her ribs. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest, and she wondered what it was going to be like at school on Monday. What sort of hell had she brought upon herself?

Michelina squeezed her hand reassuringly, and Andrea smiled at her. Andrea thought she could weather anything the kids at school could dish out, as long Michelina kept smiling back at her like that. The love in the girl’s eyes made her feel warm inside.

Emma moved to Michelina, straddling the girl’s legs as she began to apply the greenish paste to her stencil. Andrea sat up to watch, moving carefully as not to mess up her tattoo. She was impressed with Emma’s skill with the applicator bottle. The design had a lot of long, straight lines, but Emma’s hand didn’t waver once, and the image began to come together.

Finished, Emma stood up and looked down at her work. She grinned and said, “You two are braver than me. I didn’t come out until high school, and it was nothing like this.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Selena said, smiling at them, “I think it is romantic.”

———————————-

The water was wonderful but not as nice as Michelina’s soapy body pressed against her back. Andrea sighed as the hot spray sluiced down her body. Turning into the girl, she kissed Michelina deeply. When she pulled back, she asked, “Are you nervous about Monday?”

“A little,” Michelina said, smiling at her.

“Me, too,” Andrea said.

Michelina looked down at Andrea’s side, traced the muddy orange swirls of the new tattoo and said, “This isn’t so bad.”

Smiling at her, Andrea said, “This time tomorrow, it’ll be dark red and visible from space. Then everyone will know how much I love you.”

Continue to Part Four

3 Responses to Henna Tattoo, Part Three

  1. Fur says:

    I’m speechless Ebo. I just don’t have the words to say what this makes me feel or how much I enjoy it. I can’t wait to see how this goes on

  2. Mahshic says:

    This has to be the most beautiful setup for a coming out I’ve ever seen.

  3. ebo says:

    Thanks, Fur and Mahshic. This is really part 3a, with 3b coming soon.

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