Chapter 3:
Christie was laying in bed the next morning when an alert on her computer chimed, saying that she had a new e-mail. She sat up, and noticed the vibrator from the night before lying in her bed, smiling she picked up and replaced it back in the drawer. After putting on a new pair of panties, the assassin walked into the living room and checked her computer. The message was from an address that she hadn't seen in al long time, it was Helena's.
The timing, at least to Christie was too perfect even for fate. She suspected that her French counterpart was in a similar situation with similar feelings that she didn't quite understand. The message was short, but Helena's desire to meet up with her was clear. This development both worried and excited Christie at the same time. At the end of the last tournament Christie had officially called off her mission to kill Helena, but they still hadn't spoken since. The fact that Helena was willing to come to London for this meeting made the prospect of seeing her all the more enticing.
Helena stepped off the double-decker bus at about 7pm. It was colder then expected, and if not for fur coat, people would've clearly seen her nipples doing their best to poke their way through her white button-down shirt. Her long blonde hair, like always, tied back with a bow. In her response, Christie had told her to meet at a casual, but sophisticated restaurant that specialized in French food. Helena was having suspicions about Christie's motives, but clearly her former rival was trying to make a good impression. She walked in and asked for Christie's name and the hostess took her to a table towards the back. At the table Christie's eyes lit up when she saw Helena and gave her a look that both puzzled and intrigued her. The British woman clearly expected something from tonight, but what was it, closure or something else. Helena ordered some wine and Christie ordered mixed drink and the waitress left them alone.
"To be honest, you're the last person I expected to get in touch with me," Christie said evenly. "Even after cancelling my contract on you, I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what I've done."
"It's you're job, I understood that," Helena replied. Is this remorse? From her?
"But lately certain….thoughts have been occurring to me," Christie continued. She was now leaning forward and Helena could see some of her cleavage through the top of her V-neck shirt, which plunged quite deeply. "Before I revealed what I was the feelings of friendship I showed you were genuine. It was difficult for me take the assignment."
"But you did anyway," Helena replied somewhat coldly. She didn't believe Christie, at least not up until this point.
"Once I take a mission, I have no choice but to see it through, until the target is dead, or the client is. And as you know, after the last tournament…" Christie paused. As the waitress brought their drinks and took their food orders.
"I have been having….certain thoughts to, which is why I am here," Helena replied, her tone much softer then before. "I think we need to settle them or neither of us will be able to keep our minds straight."
"I agree," Christie replied. She had leaned forward even further, her face inches away from Helena's, yet the French woman did not shy away from it. When their food came, they ate mostly in silence, and ordered the check as soon as they were done. They hailed a cab, and Christie told the driver to head to her apartment. As if to cement the notion of what was going to happen, Helena did not ask to go anywhere else. They both sat facing forward the entire ride, leaving a lot unsaid, but both knowing that words would likely not be necessary. When they got out of the car Christie opened the door and Helena followed her up the stairs to the next floor.
Inside the living room, Christie set her keys on an end table and made to turn on the lights, as soon as did, Helena saw the apartment for what it was. It was actually well furnished, with an expensive looking couch and a 40in plasma tv as the center-pieces of the room.
"Excuse me for a moment," Christie said and walked to where Helena preserved was the rest room. The French woman took off her coat and sat on the couch for a few moments to collect herself.
This is actually going to happen, Helena thought with a deep breath. She heard footsteps and saw Christie walk into the room wearing a black tank top that hugged her upper body, chest in particular, very tightly. The silver haired assassin began to walk forward, but Helena rose to stop her, and surprised Christie with a hard kiss on the lips. It was returned greater intensity and they embraced each other fully and tightly. Their breasts flattened against each other's and their tongues performed a wild dance with each other. Helena ran her hands up and down Christie's back as the other gripped her shoulders. Without saying anything, Christie walked backward and pulled Helena with her into the bedroom. The silver haired woman broke their fierce embrace to undo the buttons of the blondes shirt revealing two large breasts with nipples that were fully erect with anticipation.
Christie bent her knees slightly sucker on Helena's left nipple with greedy intensity, Helena responded by sliding her hand down Christie's stomach and below her waist, moaning softly as British woman continued to do suckle her nipples. Christie suddenly bit gently on the nipple, causing Helena to cry out. Not letting up, the British woman backed her new lover against the wall. She put her knee between the legs forcing them apart, and began to rub the other woman's clit. It was slow and deliberate, but the intensity was undeniable.
Helena was moaning now as Christie did her work. The panties under skirt were getting very wet. Her climax would tease, but she would never fully come. To indicate her desire to come now, Helena grabbed the sides of Christie's head and thrust in between her breasts and Christie responded by sucking on the sides of it and rubbing her hand with renewed intensity. Pleasure soon exploded through her body as the French woman finally came, screaming her former enemies name into the night.
"Was that good for you?" Christie asked softly into Helena's ear.
"Yes…" the other woman breathed contentedly. "I want to do you now."
"Alright, but I have a favor to ask you in that case."
"And that is?"
"To wear something and use it." Christie walked over to her dresser and pulled out a strap-on. Helena looked at it with a bit of apprehension, but then smiled.
This is the night our feelings for each other broke free, Helena thought to herself. I need to show her what I am willing to do to please her.
Helena walked over and took the strap-on from her and walked over to the other side of the bed to put it on. Christie pulled off her tank top and her black panties and laid on the bed, lightly tugging on her clit in anticipation. After removing her own panties and fumbling with the straps Helena looked at Christie as she laid there. The moon shined through the window, casting soft pale glow on her body and reflecting off her silver hair. It was truly stunning image.
Helena climbed on the bed and kissed Christie fiercely, before moving into a straddling position.
"This is the first time I've done this," she said softly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be more then fine."
Helena moved down a bit, gripping the pink thing that resembled a penis and inserted it slowly into Christie, who pursed her lips together at the initial insertion. Helena looked worried that she had caused pain, but the smile she got in return erased that.
Helena began to thrust, slowly at first, but eventually picking up some speed. Christie only breathed heavily at first, but soon the first moans of pleasure escape her. The assassin reached up and squeezed her new lover's breasts, messaging them and squeezing them, urging Helena to continue.
It went on this way for several minutes, before Christie sat up and kissed Helena and laid her back down on the bed. She then straddled the other woman and sat on the dildo, rocking her lower body on it. The motion and feeling of the strap-on began to affect Helena as well, causing her to moan as it rubbed against her own clit. Growing impatient, Christie began to bounce her lower body up and down on it, which in turn intensified the feelings that Helena received. It teased at first, but soon the climax rocked through both women and they cried out each other's names.
Afterwards they lay in each other's arms, kissing each other softly.
"I love you Christie.." Helena whispered and almost regretted it, until Christie looked into her eyes and said the exact same thing back.
"I love you to Helena."
And that was my little tail, hope you liked it. There will be another up soon, with another paring.