Fritz and Brenda are separated. Lately Brenda has been bonding with Sharon over their similar marital status.
"How are your parents taking to the separation?" Sharon asked as she sipped her merlot.
"Well Daddy isn't happy but he never really liked Fritz so he isn't devastated. My mother on the other hand is simply distraught over the whole thing. Although I think she's just disappointed in me, two failed marriages aren't what she had in mind for her little girl." Brenda answered as she looked out the window trying to hide her sadness.
"Ah I see. Well I'm sure they just want you to be happy and once you adjust to your new life they will come around." Sharon did her best to comfort her new friend.
"Thanks Sharon. I gotta tell ya talkin' with you has really made this whole situation a lot easier. You always seem to know just what to say." The blonde said as she sat her wine glass down on the coaster, moving a little closer to Sharon on the couch.
She wanted to hug her new friend as a way of thanking her for all the advice and support she had given her over the past few weeks. But as she moved closer she could visibly see Sharon's body tense up and she realized this was not the time for her hug. Damn. All she thought about lately was touching Sharon and having Sharon touch her. How desperately she wanted to feel that woman's hands all over her body. God she wanted Sharon, but there was no way Sharon felt the same way.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance, Chief."
Sharon always referred to her as Chief when she felt things were getting a little too personal. Of course she wanted to call her Brenda and give her a hug to comfort her like a friend would do. But Sharon knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself at just hugging. She would hold on too tight and want to let her hands roam free over that gorgeous body. She would want to whisper things in Brenda's ear that would make her moan. Oh God- to hear Brenda moan because of her would be the greatest joy in the world. But from what Sharon could gather Brenda had no interest in being anything more than friends with her and if that was all she could get than that was all she would take. She loved spending time with Brenda and she would hate to see their new relationship shot to hell because she couldn't keep her hormones in check.
Frustrated by Sharon's use of her rank she took a big gulp of her wine. Sharon watched curiously as Brenda got up to refill her glass.
Why is she drinking so much tonight? Is she just upset about Fritz or is there something else?
Sharon's mind filled with hundreds of reasons for Brenda's drunken state but there was really only one reason that interested Sharon.
Maybe Brenda is going to confess her feelings for me and then we'll spend the rest of the night making passionate love on my bed.
Sharon laughed to herself at that thought; she needed to get herself under control.
"What's so funny?" Brenda asked as she stumbled back over to the couch.
"Oh nothing important" Sharon replied, she could feel her cheeks getting redder and hoped the blonde wouldn't ask why.
"Come on Sharon, what's so funny? I could use a good laugh."
Oh you'll laugh about this alright, Sharon thought to herself. Maybe I should just tell her I mean she's already drunk and she shows no plans of stopping. If she even remembers the comment in the morning I can play it off like I never said it.
"Alright, I'll tell you." She paused, waiting to see if her brain would stop her, but no such luck. "I was just laughing because you seem to be very drunk and I was wondering why" She chickened out, she couldn't tell her. She couldn't ruin what they had.
"Captain, I may be drunk but I can still tell when people are lying. And by how red your cheeks are I would guess that you're not tellin' me the truth." Brenda said, this time she moved even closer to Sharon until their knees were touching. She put her hand on Sharon's knee and continued with her speech.
"Come on Captin; tell me why your cheeks are so red." She looked directly into the other woman's eyes as she asked her question. She slid her hand a bit further up Sharon's leg until it rested mid-thigh. Sharon gasped at the contact and suddenly lost the ability to speak.
Her mind was going a hundred miles an hour.
Oh my shit! Why is her hand on my thigh? Did her face just move closer to mine? Am I imagining all this or is she coming on to me? She is so drunk right now.
Brenda leaned in closer this time she whispered in Sharon's ear, "Sharon, I know that face. You're thinking too much and you just need to relax." Brenda moved herself back a little to let the woman think but Sharon was done thinking. Brenda felt two warm hands around her face, gripping tightly as her lips crashed together with Sharon's.
The kiss was sloppy and frantic but beyond exhilarating. They both felt years of tension resolved.
"Wow." Sharon said when they finally broke apart for some air.
Brenda just started to giggle and fell back on the couch.
"What? Why are you laughing?" Sharon said suddenly feeling like maybe this was just some cruel prank.
Managing to get words out between bursts of laughter Brenda said, "I have wanted to kiss you like that since the day we met."
Sharon smiled and felt a wave of relief come over her. All of a sudden she felt very comfortable with the situation and put Brenda's legs on her lap and began running her hands up the toned muscles. Brenda stopped giggling and moved herself up resting on her elbows. Sharon leaned down to kiss her again. This time it was slow and passionate. It was less messy and more precise. Sharon ran her tongue along Brenda's bottom lip and was hurriedly granted access. Taking advantage of Brenda already being on her back Sharon easily made her way on top of her and deepened the kiss. The two of them stayed like that for what seemed like hours making out on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers who couldn't get enough of each other. Eventually hands were brought into play and soon after that clothes were being stripped off. When Brenda felt like she had sobered up enough to make decisions she tore her lips from Sharon's. They pressed their foreheads together and tried to catch their breath.
"Sharon. I would like very much to move off this couch and go into your bedroom."
Without saying a word Sharon got up and took Brenda by the hand and led her down the hallway to her bedroom. She stopped at the doorway and felt Brenda's arms snake around her waist. Sharon turned her head and placed a gentle kiss on the blonde's forehead.
"We can just sleep if you're too tired." Sharon said, her eyes looking heavy.
The truth was Brenda was wide awake and ready for a night of passion. But she could see how exhausted Sharon looked. Brenda had never really noticed how much older the Captain was until that moment. Her face was lined with wrinkles and although her body was in excellent physically condition, it looked tired. She knew that what happened tonight would happen again and she wanted her first time with Sharon to be special. She wanted to be sober and she wanted Sharon to be energized.
"I'd like that." Brenda said as she followed Sharon to the bed.
The bed was perfectly made with pillows aligned just right and the covers so wrinkle free Brenda assumed they were recently ironed. Sharon made her way to the side of the bed and got in under the covers. She turned to her side so she was facing Brenda who was just standing there looking at her.
"Is everything ok?" Sharon asked.
Brenda smiled. "Everything is perfect." She gently made her way under the covers and turned so they were lying face to face.
She found Sharon's hand and encased in with hers, their fingers dancing together softly. Sharon leaned in to give Brenda one last kiss before they both fell asleep.
"Goodnight Brenda."
"Goodnight Sharon."
Brenda woke up with Sharon Raydor's arms holding her. Sometime through the night they had switched from facing each other to spooning each other. Brenda had to admit she liked this position a little better, feeling the warmth of Sharon behind her was oddly comforting. She was perfectly content to lay there in her Captain's arms all day but then her cellphone rang. She maneuvered her way out of Sharon's grasp and leapt out of the bed, doing her best not to disturb her sleeping partner. She ran down the hallway and frantically dug through her purse. When she found her phone she looked at the caller ID before answering. Something she usually never did but if it wasn't work related she planned on going back to bed with Sharon. Unfortunately it was so she answered it.