I began to get awake about two hours later. As I opened my eyes, my first thought was, I hope it had not been just a play of my fantasy. We've been together with Adri so many times in my dreams that for a second it passed my mind it wasn't any different. It was only a fraction of a second, but even that was one fraction of a second longer than I wanted. Fortunatelly the hand on my hip, and a soft breast pushed against my back quickly calmed me down. I looked back up, to see Adri's loving chestnut eyes watching over me. She was on her elbow behind me, watching me sleep.

"Hey, drowsyhead" she smiled at me.

"Hey" I twinkled. "Please, tell me it wasn't just a dream."

She laughed.

"Nope, it wasn't." She kissed me. I was barely awake, and our tongues were dancing each other already. I had lived my whole adult life until that moment thinking I knew how love, sex, and lovemaking were, and only then I realized it was the greatest delusion of my life. I've never felt anything remotely similar with anybody before. Not even with Bence. The blood in my veins throbbed wildly, and I felt my every bit was trembling for Adri. I was the more experienced, I was the one who should have been in control, leading her in her first steps, yet now, I wasn't able to control even my own body.

"You are trembling" Adri said when we stopped for a little.

"That's all you. Nothing like this has ever happened to me."

"It's so incredible I can affect someone like this" she said with wondering voice as she laid down on her back.

"Kitten, you are pusillanimous" I said while stroking her tummy with my fingers. "You've never before been with anybody to whom you meant the whole world. Now, you were."

"I know you are exaggerating, but it feels so wonderful."

"And it's not even an exaggeration. Ever since I know you, I knew you were the perfect one for me. Everything I've been looking for in a girl, there is in you. I just thought I could never be the same for you."

She blushed. In her embarrassment, she licked her lips, which looked mesmerizing.

"Five years ago, I might have thought that."

"Might have?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Okay" she laughed "if somebody told me then I'll find my happiness with a girl, I would have laughed at them. Or worse. Be disgusted and send them to hell."

"How does that make you feel?"

"You mean switching sides?"

"Yup."

"I have no idea. I fell for you so hard, but I don't know anything else. I mean, I have zero knowledge about things like... you know... how to be in a lesbian relationship."

I couldn't help but laugh, which made her puzzled.

"What's so funny?" she looked at me sulkily.

"Nothing. Sorry, Kitten, I'm not laughing at you, it's just a conversation I have never had to have."

"Okay, but what's so funny about it?"

"Nothing. There is no such thing as Great Lesbian Relationship Code. Or if there was, mine got lost in delivery."

"Okay, but there are things I should know at first, shouldn't I?"

"You mean like which one of us will be the girl and which will be the guy?" I chuckled, but Adri apparently took the question seriously.

"Yes, things like that.

"Kitten, there are no such roles as guy and girl here. Why? Do you want to be the guy?" she shook her head. "Then do I look like a guy?" I gestured over my body.

"Well, not at all."

"You see? We both are women, nobody expects us to play roles, it's enough if we do what makes both of us happy. Don't overcomplicate it. At least not the part that concerns only us."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we are together, love each other, and everything else will form on the run."

"You mean with the outside world? But... but how? What will be... you know, when they got to know? I mean my family, and colleagues... We must tell them."

That's when I realized. It's a shame I didn't earlier. That loving look, and the way she watched me sleep, they all were because she just now realized after the initial moments of passion how huge change it would bring into her life.

"No, we don't have to yet" I tried to calm her. "We don't have to tell anybody yet."

"But... But..."

"There are no buts. Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want to be with me?"

"Yes."

"Then don't think about anything else. Other things can come later. We don't have to tell anybody until you'll be ready."

"But what if I won't ever be ready?"

"Then you'll be that crazy cat lady, and I'll be your "best friend" who visits you every single day of my life" I smiled.

"Now you're joking, but you know, we'll have to deal with it."

I hugged her hip, and pulled her close to me.

"Yes. We WILL have to deal with it, but until then, it's enough if we are happy for what we have now. The whole thing is completely new to you. I wouldn't even let you come out until you are a hundred percent sure you want to stay with me for good."

"I am sure about it. I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

I smiled at her. Of course, she felt like that. She was deeply in love at the moment, just as me. But I have the rational side of me, that knew, the relationships like ours, are permanent rarer than never. I was trembling for her with my body and soul, but I didn't lose my mind enough to forget what many much more experienced lesbian friend told me several times: "never get involved with bi, even less with straight girls, because it never ends well." I knew the rule, but I ignored it. I ignored it, because if there had been one thing I was sure about, was no matter how painful it would be when she evantually leaves me, it's a small price for the time we spend together.

"How long have you been thinking about this yesterday confession of yours?" I switched topic.

"For some time" she looked away embarrassed.

"Oh, come on! I'm dying to know."

"Nope" she bedeviled me.

"You are mean" I said, then immediately started to tickle her stomach, which brought out an adorable chuckle from her.

"Stop it! Stop it!" she fought against me. "You won."

"Will you tell it then?" I raised my hands but kept them ready to continue the tickling.

"No, but you can ask something equally awkward."

I looked deeply into her eyes. Sure, the nature of our relationship undeniably changed, but that didn't invalidate her signs I already knew. And those signs told me she wouldn't answer the question at the moment.

"Okay" I gave up. "You told, you've had dreams about us earlier."

"I don't like where this is going."

"When was the first? As a true Catholic, you must remember your first that kind of sin."

"I... I would answer the earlier question instead" she pulled a pillow in front of her face.

"Too late. Answer, or tickle battle?"

"My first dream" she sighed looking coyly up from behind the pillow "my first dream was on the night of your coming out"

"Beg your pardon?" my eyes went wide of surprise. It was most certainly not the answer I was expecting.

"It was at that night. That's why I treated you so awfully the next day. I felt you depraved me, and I was angry at you for it."

"Well, it's good to know this" I gestured on my body "makes sinners even out of innocent straight girls."

"You are the worst!" she slapped my shoulder. "Now you owe me a confession too."

"Would've been surprised if I didn't."

"So... that night, you told me you've never checked me out under the shower."

"That was a lie. A monstrous. Awful. Unashamed. Lie. When nobody saw it, I didn't do anything else than checking you out."

"Really? And how was I compared to the others?"

"I have no idea."

"How so?"

"I've never checked them out that much."

She raised her eyebrow.

"Fanny!"

"I swear. Me not being a perverted voyeur was a lie only in your case. I've never before taken advantage of the situation."

"Only in my case?"

"Yup."

"Now I can't decide if that's the cutest or the most perverted thing I've ever heard" she laughed.

"Let's just stay with the cute. Now, it's my turn again, am I right?"

"We are so juvenile like this, aren't we?"

"Why?"

"We've known each other for five years, yet we ask things like we've just met."

"Weeeell... In a way, we just met" I snuck my hand toward her pussy, but she closed her legs strong and looked at me challengingly.

"Nope. You wanted to ask, so ask" to emphasize her point, she even stuck her tongue out.

"Now, who tortures whom?"

She stuck her tongue even further out and even made a buzzing sound along with it.

"Okay. You have to answer honestly."

"I didn't plan it otherwise."

"How did it feel to touch me at first? I mean... you didn't show any signs of repulsion for caressing another girl. You were much more open than I expected. So how did it feel?"

She laid back on her back, and let out a huge, joyful sigh.

"Wonderful." After she saw I wouldn't be satisfied with such short answer, she continued. "You are not another girl to me."

"Then what? A guy with pussy and tits?"

"Sure, tits" she laughed, but quickly followed before I could look angrily at her.. "No, you silly. Just you know... I still don't think I would be attracted to women. Maybe it's because of my nurture, and I'm deep down actually a lesbian, I don't know. What I know is you are the only woman I've ever felt attracted to, but I'm attracted to you more, than to anybody in my life."

I felt warmth filling my whole body.

"Would you believe, if I said, to me that was the most beautiful thing that anybody has ever said?"

"Come on! You must've heard many compliments before."

"A few, yes. But... neither was from you."

She but her lower lip, than gave me a quick kiss.

"That's why I didn't feel repulsion for even a single second. Touching you was so... so delicious" she kissed my neck. "Feeling the softness of your skin..." she cajoled my stomach as she looked into my eyes "But you are probably not interested in my babbling, so it's your turn to answer."

"You are a little tease, you do know that, right?" I smiled as her fingers tickled my sensitive skin.

"Yup" she smiled mischievously. "And you can't get away the question with distracting the topic. So. Was I your first one?"

"I don't know how that is with guys, but it's not flattering to ask a girl such thing after sex."

"No, you silly" she punched my shoulder. "Was I the first straight girl in your life?"

I looked up to the ceiling whistling.

"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed. "Second?"

I draw my gaze away.

"Third?" she asked shyly.

"Hey, I'm the victim of circumstances. For a lesbian, straight girls are like bad guys for straight girls."

"Uh-huh" she nodded meaningfully. "And how did you seduce the others?"

"Isn't that a new question?"

"Let's call it the sub-question of the previous one."

"And what will I get for answering the sub-question?"

"What about..." she wondered for a second, before she launched an all-out tickle offensive. "I'll stop this if you answer?"

Our laughs interlocked as I tried to defend myself - with little success - from her nimble fingers.

"Hey!" I cried out loud between two laughs "Feeding me with my own poison is not fair!"

"So?" she raised her hands winningly. "Will you answer?"

"Okay" I sighed.

She waited for my answer ready to start another offensive in case I tried to bail out.

"So... do you remember when I told you during my coming out that if I had wanted to seduce you, I would've have told I was a lesbian?"

"Something begins to dawn on me."

"That wasn't entirely a lie. I mean, sure, I wanted everything from you, but... not what from the other two girls. Okay, not just that."

"So basically you are telling me you were a perverted pig who used them only for sex."

"Of course I wouldn't use such harsh words to describe it, but pretty much yes. I knew the from work, we went to party, where of course only the worst kind of guys hit on us, so I just gave my disappointed straight girl performance, who just happened to think about trying it with other girls."

"And that worked?"

I showed her two fingers.

"Twice out of two."

"You are a perverted pig!"

"Hey, for a lesbian a one-night stand is more complicated than going to the next bar in sexy clothes and put up a vacant sign."

She laughed.

"And even this didn't give you out?" she walked her fingers down to the tattoo on the left side of my pubes. It's two interlocking female signs which leaves little room for imagination.

"I don't know. Even if they had noticed, they didn't say a word about it. Or they just thought it was there because of some teenager whim. I don't know. What did you think, when you first saw it?"

She slid down on my body, so she could take a look at it closer than she ever did.

"I didn't observe it that well then." she sighed a kiss on it. "I thought I was mistaken. That it was probably a male-female symbol. And you know... asking about it, or watching it more closely was out of the question, because I didn't want you to think I was a... you know."

"You didn't want to make me think you were 'that', am I right?"

She laughed.

"Pretty much, yes."

She kissed my tattoo again, then laid her head in my lap.

"Fanny?"

"Yes, Adri?"

"Do you think I'll ever be able to... you know..." she stuck her tongue out and made lapping moves with it.

"I think you will. But don't worry about it just yet. You had quite the inhibitions to overcome until we get here. I think it's exactly like those, you just haven't defeated it yet."

"How did you do it? I mean with Bence. I remember you told me that you did it to him... with the mouth."

"You are so adorable when you say things so coyly" I smiled at her, but she somehow felt hurt about it.

"Don't make a joke about it! I asked seriously."

I took a breath and tried my best to remember. It wasn't exactly successful. I couldn't remember when we had gotten to that point.

"I don't know. It happened naturally, as I remember. He shaved himself down there, got rid of that boar smell I hate so much, and I was immediately less repulsed by the thought. I was in love with him, and that helped me through the first part, and after a few times, I even enjoyed it in its own way."

"Okay, but how long was that first part?"

"I don't know. The first few occasions, I guess. I didn't suck him on our first night, if that's what you want to know."

She raised her head, kissed my tattoo again, then looked up at me.

"Okay, it's your turn to ask again."

"What should I ask, what should I ask...?" I was thinking with scenical gestures. "Have you ever been jealous of my partners?"

"Yes" she sighed. "I hated to admit it, but I was sometimes both of Timi and Bence. I tried my best to talk myself down of it, but I couldn't always do it. Especially with Timi."

"Especially with Timi? Why?"

"I think that's a new question."

"I would call it the sub-question of the previous one."

"Now you think you're pretty smart, am I right?"

"Not just think."

"You are immature."

"Yup, and also a perverted pig, yet you are all over for me. So, why were you especially jealous of Timi?"

"Because... I knew about it. Or at least suspected."

"What?"

"What you did with her."

"It's not like I ever made a secret about it was a purely sexual relationship."

"That's not what I meant. I knew that you went to her not just on the days we didn't meet, but on the days we did too. That sometimes, when you left to home from me, you didn't, in fact, go home, but to have sex with her."

I looked at her surprised.

"How did you figure it out?"

"Your behavior next day. I've always had this talent to differentiate the kinds of happiness on your face. And I can't say it didn't hurt me at all. I mean to know that someone gives you something I couldn't."

"These few years weren't easy for you either, am I right?"

"They weren't" she wondered for a second, but then she jumped to a new topic immediately. "My turn" she shouted, but then silence.

"Uh-oh" I sighed as soon as I realized she was just gathering nerve to ask what she wanted.

"Uh-oh indeed" she was nodding eagerly, which made it even clearer that she would ask something really awkward. "What was your most bizarre, perverted little fantasy?"

A grabbed the pillow in front of my face.

"Nope."

"You have to tell."

"That's not for your innocent soul" I said, but the pillow muffled my voice so much, even I could barely understand my words.

"Come on."

"You sure you wanna know?" I peaked out from under the pillow.

"Yup."

"But you are in it."

"Like that was a surprise."

"Okay" I took a deep breath. "I don't know why... damn, this is so awkward..."

"It keeps getting better and better."

"Shut up! So once... please, don't make me tell it, please!"

She just looked at me with those huge, beautiful, chestnut, and at the moment, rather assertive eyes, so I had to give up and start talking.

"So once... not, once... I dreamt about you wearing a shiny black leather garment and..." I pushed the pillow onto my face "and I wore leather harnesses and a collar, I was down on fours, you spanked me, then tied my hands behind my back, threw me onto the bed, and... fuck, you're gonna be disgusted with me, if I tell you the rest."

I peaked out from the shield that the pillow provided me, expecting bewilderment on Adri's face, but she was smirking and apparently fought hard against burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I dandered.

"Nothing" she answered, but she could barely keep her laughter in.

"Well, thanks" I covered back under the pillow, when I felt Adri sliding back on my body, caressing my every single bit with her wonderfully soft skin. She hugged me with her leg, and poke her head in under my shield, rubbing her face against mine.

"I'm not laughing at you, silly" she purred "I mean, in some way, I do, but not really." She kissed me. "I'm not laughing at your fantasy, that's rather cool actually, but the roles."

"What?"

"Knowing you, I was absolutely certain you like to play rough, but I would have never thought that... well, if you imagine us in a scenario like it, you are the tied one and not me.

That made me smile too.

"You don't know me the type who likes to be ordered, right?"

"Really not" she kissed me again.

Good, it was so sweet! We forgot about everything else, and just let our bodies caress each other for the eternity. Maybe it was just a kiss, but it had so much elemental power, not even orgasms could get anywhere near it.

After minutes, or even longer later our lips got separated, Adri raised her head, and looked into my eyes. Maybe it was just my imagination, maybe it was true, but she looked at me with so much love in those huge warm eyes, I've never seen before from her with either in her relationships. We didn't say a word for a long moment, just watched each other mesmerized until she laid her head on my breasts.

"It's so good like this" she said with a satisfied sigh.

"I love you" I whispered so quietly, almost no air left my lungs.

"I love you too" she whispered back.

We laid there for minutes in perfect quiet, enjoying the calamity of our synchronized breathing. It wasn't the silence anybody wants to break. It was the eternal peace that only a moment with your true love can give you.

I don't think either of us would ever want to end this idyl, but the doorbell did it for us. Adri jumped off me in a second.

"Shit, the pizza!"

"What?" I looked at her puzzled.

"While I was watching you sleep" she explained while she was looking for a gown in her wardrobe "I got hungry, then I realized, you wouldn't take me to any kinds of fancy lunch today, so I ordered food."

"Hey!" I was indignant at the accusation. "What makes you think I won't..." I couldn't finish with a straight face, especially when I saw Adri's incredulous expression. Of course, our date day was postponed. Neither of us would ever think about instead of fulfilling years long of sexual tension go to a restaurant where all we could think about is when we would finally get home, to make love.

"I'll be back in a minute" Adri said after she got into her robe.

I watched her gliding out the room, and mischievously lifting the lower back of her gown to showcase her bottoms to me.

I laid out on the bed, and let out a joyful sigh. If it's a dream, I hope I will never get awake.