Agatha part 2

But Agatha was well aware that her friend was still attracted to her. Most likely, the reason this professor wanted to meet her was because she, too, was bisexual, and that she and Lilian were probably involved. It was still hard to get used to the idea that anyone would find her attractive, since Agatha was always her own worst critic: her long, walnut brown hair was too flat, she was thin but not very curvy, and the conservative dresses of which she was fond were certainly not what she would describe as sexy.

“Well, I told her all about you,” Lilian repeated, somewhat shyly. “You know how I like to talk up my friends to other people, so… Anyway, she invited us to come over to her place; I thought we could go over and you could meet her, we could talk for a while, maybe watch a movie or something… “

Agatha smiled. “Sounds like fun,” she said.

Sindy lived about a mile away from Agatha’s new apartment. It wasn’t that far of a drive, but Agatha was still thankful that Lilian was driving. They had both been to Hiller before, but Lilian had moved here a week ago and already knew most of the area, whereas Agatha only knew where to find the nearest grocery store. Navigating the residential neighborhood where Ms. Dorman lived would have been unthinkable on her own, especially since all the houses were so crowded together, and looked so much alike.

“Yeah, I know,” Lilian said after Agatha commented on it. “I still have trouble finding her house and I’ve been over here a bunch of times already.”

“Oh, so you guys are good friends, then,” Agatha said. “You two hang out all the time?”

Lilian laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“How old is she, anyway?” Agatha asked.

“Forty-one,” Lilian replied, making a slow turn into a driveway. “Here we are.”

Agatha blinked. Forty-one? She’s twice my age! More than twice my age…

Ms. Dorman’s house wasn’t particularly elaborate, and neither was Ms. Dorman, as it turned out. She was a quiet, confident lady, just what you’d expect from a college instructor, and she lived alone. Her house had two bedrooms in it, but one of them had been converted into a storage room, full of old movie posters and board games that didn’t appear to have been touched in many years.

“I always leave the door open, though,” Ms. Dorman said. “I keep all these old things precisely because I like being reminded of when I got them.”

“Did you used to work in a movie theater, Ms. Dorman?” Agatha asked.

“Please, call me Diane,” she replied, smiling. “Yes, I used to work in a theater. It was just a job to pay the bills when I was a student here, but the theater was closed down a number of years ago and that’s when I realized that I liked thinking about when I was working there. When you’re a student here, everything’s so much simpler than when you’re done with school and you have to have a real life. You and Lilian are both freshmen?” Agatha nodded.

Diane smiled again. “Well, then you’re going to have a lot of fun this year. Just make sure you don’t let it get in the way of your studying. If you get into bad habits during your first year, making good grades will be a lot harder for the rest of your time here. … Well, I could show you around the rest of the rooms if you like, but there’s nothing particularly interesting about any of them. I’m going to make some tea; would you like some?”

Agatha nodded. “Sure, that’d be great.”

Lilian had been unusually quiet ever since they arrived at Diane’s house. They hadn’t been there long, but still, Agatha was surprised at her friend’s seeming reluctance to join the conversation. The silence didn’t make her uncomfortable– Agatha liked Diane, and thought they would get along well– but she wondered what was on Lilian’s mind to make her so quiet. Diane didn’t seem particularly bothered by it, though, or even surprised.

She took a sip of her tea– Irish breakfast tea, steaming hot– then set the cup down on the table, and silently gazed at Agatha for a few moments. Usually this sort of attention made Agatha a little shy, but from Diane it felt almost nice. Agatha smiled at her, and Diane smiled back, surprisingly warmly considering they had just met.

“You’re very pretty,” Diane said. Agatha blushed.

“Lilian has told me a lot about you,” she went on. “She likes you very much, you know.” Now Lilian blushed.

“I know,” Agatha agreed. “She told me, about a year ago.”

Diane nodded. “Yes, she told me about that. Has she ever kissed you?”

Lilian’s mouth fell open, but she remained silent, blushing fiercely. To Agatha, it seemed like such a natural question, coming from Diane. Talking to her about things like this felt surprisingly comfortable, even with Lilian in the room. Agatha shook her head.

Diane took another sip of tea before continuing. “Have you ever kissed another woman, Agatha?” she asked. Again, Agatha shook her head.

“May I?” Diane asked. And as Agatha nodded her assent, Diane slowly stood, glided over to her chair, and gently reached down to cup Agatha’s chin. Her touch was warm, and gentle; and as Lilian watched, Diane leaned down and kissed Agatha, gently, on the lips, lingering for a moment, almost hesitantly. Agatha closed her eyes and opened her mouth to Diane, and slowly inhaled as Diane’s tongue slid over her own, the older woman’s breath sweet and warm in her mouth. She felt fingertips gently caressing her cheek, and felt comforted; Diane’s kiss was warm and soft, and very pleasant. Almost as soon as it began, though, it was over, as Diane lifted her head and smiled down at Agatha before returning to her seat.

“Did that bother you?” Diane asked. It was certainly not what Agatha would have expected her to ask, but at this point very little would have really surprised her. She shook her head… but this question really deserved a better answer.

“To me,” she said, “things like kissing and sex are just ways of showing love.”

“Ah,” Diane replied, “but there are different kinds of love, right?”

Agatha thought about it for a moment before answering. “Not to me,” she said. “I loved my best boyfriends the same way I love my friends, I just loved them more at the time. At least, that’s the way I look at it. If I love my friends then I don’t mind if they kiss me; I think it’s sweet, like a hug.”

“But, you’ve only just met me,” Diane said, “so are you saying that you love me, despite not knowing me?”

“Well…” Agatha wasn’t sure how to answer. “It’s hard to explain… but I feel really comfortable with you, like you’re a good friend. Maybe it’s because you’re such good friends with Lilian, but I do love you.”

Diane nodded. “And would you feel as comfortable kissing Lilian as you did kissing me?”

Agatha smiled, and turned to Lilian. “Yes, I would. She just never asked.”

Lilian’s face was painted with a look of surprise, then amazement– and then, excitement, as she leaned in and kissed Agatha. At first, Lilian reveled in this new dimension of their friendship, sliding her tongue around quickly as if to taste every part of her friend as quickly as possible; but then Agatha giggled, and Lilian broke it off.

“I’m sorry,” Agatha explained. “It’s just that… well, you taste like chocolate.”

Lilian was puzzled for a moment. “You’ve been eating Snickers bars again,” Agatha said mock-reproachfully, wagging her finger. Then she giggled, and resumed the kiss.

To Lilian’s delight, she soon found that not only did Agatha not seem to mind if she kissed her, but Agatha didn’t mind if she took her clothes off, either. As Lilian eased the shirt from Agatha’s shoulders, Diane intervened, and directed them both to her bedroom, “on the condition that I get in on this action, too”. Neither of them had a problem with that.

As Agatha walked into the bedroom, Lilian had already removed her top, and her bra was falling to the floor. Diane walked up behind her, and slid her arm around Agatha’s waist, her other hand coming up to cup her chin, tilting her head back before capturing her mouth in a kiss. Agatha felt her bra being unclasped, and shrugged it off, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Diane’s breath was warm, and sweet… her tongue began to curve around Agatha’s, and slid along the underside, slowly up and down, stroking and caressing.

Agatha closed her eyes and reveled in the kiss, gently licking the back of the other woman’s teeth, sliding her tongue along the roof of Diane’s mouth. Her nipples were beginning to harden, as much from being exposed to the air as from the kiss, and it was almost a relief to feel Lilian’s warm mouth close around one breast, the girl’s tongue bathing her nipple and hardening it further. When Lilian bit her nipple, Agatha softly moaned into Diane’s mouth; soon after, she felt Diane’s fingers undoing the front of her jeans, and she made no move to stop the woman as she slid her fingers beneath Agatha’s panties.