A Single Kiss
Sophie Adler stood in nervous excitement at her violin tutor, Eleanor Krieger’s door. She dwelt there for some time, attempting valiantly to compose herself before ringing the bell. She tried her hardest to quiet her nerves, but the maelstrom of anticipation and anxiety which boiled within her, was simply too far out of control to be stilled.
Sophie was determined that today would be the day. Finally she would do what she had ached to do for so long now. Finally her secret yearning would be acknowledged, to both herself and to Eleanor. And whether the consequences were to prove dire or miraculous, only time would tell.
But Sophie Adler was out of patience with time, if she were to win Eleanor Krieger’s heart it would take courage. Her mind was made up, the moment had to be now or never at all. Either she declared her affection and desire for the woman, or she walked away forever with her dreams unfulfilled.
She put down her violin case and backpack and stood distractedly, clenching and unclenching her fists in agitation. Finally Sophie took one last deep breath, straightened her skirt and sweater and brushed her fringe from her eyes, securing it in place with a clasp.
And then Sophie stepped bravely forwards, pressed the bell once then stepped back again to retrieve her instrument and bag.
She stood straight and proud, as noble and fearless as Queen Boudicca herself, ignoring the pounding of her heart. And at last Sophie could hear the sound of Eleanor’s shoes on the hardwood floor, before they were muted by the hallway rug. And finally the woman’s presence became apparent through the thick stained glass of the grand entrance.
There was a moment of anxious pause, as Eleanor dwelt at the door for a moment or two longer than would be considered usual. Could she feel Sophie’s intent, could Eleanor sense her anticipation and anxiety? Sophie had been sure for some time, that Eleanor Krieger could experience the emotions and thoughts of others, far more acutely than any other mere natural being.
And Sophie was in fact convinced that Eleanor Krieger was indeed, far more than any mere natural being. Eleanor Krieger was something else entirely, she was ‘other’. Someone or something unique, and without precedent in Sophie’s experience.
At last the door opened and at once, before Eleanor had the chance to speak, Sophie awkwardly set down her bag and instrument once again.
“Mrs Krieger.” Sophie announced brightly.
She boldly stepped to Eleanor Krieger until they were inches apart, she stood on the tips of her toes and placed her hands on Eleanor’s shoulders to steady herself. Sophie raised herself level with the woman, placed her lips upon Mrs Krieger’s and kissed.
And in that moment Sophie’s mind flooded with images of hopeful fantasy and lustful imaginings. Her head spun with dreams of Ellie answering her deepest wishes, and indulging the passionate yearning of her heart.
How she ached for Eleanor Krieger to gather her up in her arms, to lead her to the paradise of her bed and make love to her this very moment. And in that instant as her lips met Eleanor’s, the pent up intensity of her love for the woman, flooded through her entire being. Setting her heart racing and her hands trembling with exhilaration.
She was doing it, at last she was actually doing it, and Eleanor was not recoiling from her kiss. Sophie counted one, two, three, four in her mind, then stepped back, straightened her spectacles and clothing, and retrieved her belongings.
Sophie had thought long and hard about this moment, and she had decided that the count of four was perfect. Should Mrs Krieger object, then she might argue that it was merely an overly impetuous display of friendly affection. She would request Mrs Krieger’s forgiveness for the forward and inappropriate act, and pray that the matter be forgotten.
But should Eleanor not object, then the count of four was just long enough to leave no doubt about what Sophie meant to express. Long enough to convey that this was no idle peck, but a confession of the intense attraction she felt for the woman. A declaration of love, for Sophie was indeed hopelessly and irretrievably in love with Eleanor Krieger.
Sophie sincerely believed that she could reveal all the desire and hunger she felt for Eleanor in a single kiss. And in this she was correct, for there was no doubt in Eleanor’s mind about what Sophie had intended to express.
But had Eleanor kissed her back or had she just imagined it, had those lips moved to meet hers or was it her wishful mind playing tricks. Perhaps in hindsight, she should have counted five.
Eleanor stood silently for a moment or two as Sophie resumed her former confident stance. Eventually the briefest smile flashed across Eleanor’s lips, at which Sophie beamed happily. She knew that Eleanor was a woman of exceedingly moderate expression and great reserve. That fleeting smile had spoken volumes, and so far the story was a happy one.
At length Eleanor stepped aside and extended her arm to admit her student, she spoke warmly and with an expression of fondness in her eyes.
“Good afternoon Sophie, I see you are feeling bold today. Please come in and go straight to the rehearsal room.”
Jubilance reigned in Sophie’s heart at the victory, and her entire being thrilled with the excitement of the moment. Eleanor had not retreated in shock or cursed Sophie for her arrogance, but what did this mean. Had she read the message in her kiss, had Eleanor felt the desire she had wished to convey?
“Good afternoon Ellie” Sophie replied as she proceeded, pausing only to add
“I meant no offence by my boldness, Mrs Krieger, I merely wished to express…” Sophie stumbled nervously over her words.
“To express what, Miss Adler?” Eleanor gazed deep into Sophie’s eyes.
“My affection” Sophie whispered.
And with this, Sophie abruptly headed into the house and made for the rehearsal room as instructed. She heard the front door close behind them, and felt Eleanor’s presence behind her every step of the way. And anticipation and excitement thrilled Sophie Adler right through to her very bones.
Sophie entered the rehearsal room and placed her burdens down. She retrieved her violin and bow from their case, and stood ready for Mrs Krieger’s instruction, with her instrument held neatly before her.
Eleanor regarded Sophie briefly, with an expression that Sophie had caught from time to time, when Mrs Krieger thought she wasn’t looking, but the woman spoke not a word. The tension was palpable, Sophie knew that she had upset Ellie greatly with her kiss. With that single bold declaration of love and desire.
Although she moved with her usual easy grace and elegance, and her expression was as inscrutable as ever, Mrs Krieger’s perturbation was evident. Sophie could sense the intensity of Eleanor’s reactions.
Sophie found that she could often sense Ellie’s feelings, when she was in a heightened emotional state. It was the queerest and most remarkable thing. Sophie possessed no preternatural or telepathic abilities, but she could occasionally feel something of Eleanor’s emotional state, in a fashion which transcended mere human empathy.
And what Sophie felt in Eleanor now was an uncharacteristic discomposure and agitation, but also tender affection. There was a yearning in Eleanor Krieger’s heart, a kind of hunger. And Sophie could feel it as plainly as she could feel the thumping of her own nervous heart. But there was something more which she could not define, something hidden, something secret.
Eventually Eleanor began rummaging around amongst the many archive boxes of manuscript, which littered the room as her student waited patiently. She wore her usual black skirt and t-shirt, with dark patterned stockings and suede creepers. Her hair she wore in two tightly bound buns, with a pencil thrust through one.
Sophie couldn’t remove her eyes from the woman, the graceful movement of her limbs and the seductive motion of her body was hypnotic. Rapturous bliss began to permeate Sophie’s entire being as she realized what she had done, she had kissed Eleanor. She had actually done it, and Ellie hadn’t rejected her advance.
Sophie knew that Eleanor was Mrs Krieger, a promised soul bound by oath and by the ring on her finger. And that she had every right to throw her out after her romantically charged advance. But what prompted Miss Adler finally to take the risk, was that the exact details of Eleanor’s family life were a little queer and somewhat obscure.
For although Eleanor shared her beautiful home with Isabella, Charlotte and Zoe, Sophie could not say to who Mrs Krieger was in fact wed. Sophie surmised that it must be one of the three. In truth Sophie had seen Ellie exchange intimacies with all of them, such as to suggest that any one of them might be the other Mrs Krieger. And possibly that theirs was an open union.
And Sophie wished with all her being that she was right in this, for she had come to feel the greatest affection for the entire household. Each of them had captured a piece of her heart in their own uniquely wonderful way. She had made love with all of them, although the matter of secrecy or infidelity was rather unclear.
Was Mrs Krieger aware of Sophie’s affairs? For all she knew Ellie knew all about it, and either she didn’t care, or she approved of the dalliances her companions conducted. But regardless of whoever the other Mrs Krieger might be, Sophie had never found it necessary to discuss the matter of discretion. And no one else had raised the matter either.
Then again perhaps Mrs Krieger was widowed or divorced, perhaps Sophie was needlessly concerned. It astonished Sophie that for two years she had been coming to this house for her twice weekly violin lesson, and knew so little about these curious women. She had spent entire days as invited guest and eventually as fond friend, and even casual lover. But she understood almost nothing of this curious household.
Entering this house was like entering some other reality, and Sophie felt that questions too probing or examinations too curious, would somehow break the spell. And it was this profoundly held conviction which accounted for Sophie’s near complete ignorance.
This was a house of dreams and of fantasies, somehow removed or separate from the mundane world without. And as mad as the thought sounded to her, Sophie had experienced the eerie and curious reality of it. This was a house of seduction and fantasy, and of beguiling romance.
Sophie and Isabella
And as Ellie went about whatever task she was so distracted with, Sophie recalled her encounters with the singular residents of this most mysterious, and unfathomable household.
With Isabella it had been her gentle grace and poise when she was at her easel, creating the most wonderful paintings Sophie thought she had ever seen. But it was this mastery juxtaposed against her delightfully awkward clumsiness in all other things, which truly won Sophie’s affection.
The way she would kiss Sophie’s cheek a little nervously each time they met, was so very enchanting. And one wonderful day when Sophie was asking what she felt when she was painting, Bella had placed her brush in Sophie’s hand and held it in her own. Expressing her thoughts and emotions in oil by guiding Sophie’s movements.
That was the gorgeous moment when she had fallen hopelessly for Isabella, the possible Mrs Krieger. The experience had been so wonderfully, romance novel perfect. Sophie was already very much enamoured of Isabella, but to have the woman expressing her emotions through her, the experience had been magical.
Sophie most assuredly remembered the encounter, but in a curiously vague way. Sophie was not entirely sure it had not been all in her imagination, some exceptionally vivid fantasy or daydream. And Sophie was not entirely sure she had not been subject to some form of glamour, or other supernatural enchantment.
What Sophie did remember was Isabella gathering her in her embrace, and taking gentle dominance of her motions. Sophie remembered the proximity of Isabella’s body, the gorgeous warmth of her nearness. Her hot breath on the nape of Sophie’s neck, delighting her to arousal.
Sophie remembered the artist’s free arm wrapping around her waist, drawing her near to better control her movements. Sophie closed her eyes as the intense emotion of the experience bathed her entire being in bliss.
Isabella’s lips were by her ear, so gorgeously near. Whispering first of the passion of creation, then of the secrets and hidden emotions that were contained in her paintings. And then she had begun to whisper enchanting and beguiling declarations of affection. Isabella’s lips whispered seduction.
And then those beguiling lips began to kiss, as the artist’s free hand wandered to the top button of Sophie’s jeans. The brush fell to the floor and Sophie’s heart began to race with nervous excitation, Isabella’s hands were upon her now, wandering underneath her sweater, and caressing her breasts to stimulation.
Sophie remembered Bella’s hand wandering under her panties, caressing her excitement to dizzying heights of wanton arousal. Thrilling her to climax as those beguiling lips whispered their magic seduction.
And then Bella had undressed them both and led them before the flames that danced in the hearth. And she had made love to Sophie Adler, her sweet kiss and the caress of her tongue driving Sophie to rapturous bliss.
And Sophie recalled the convulsive bliss Bella had inspired in her, when she had positioned their hips together, their lips meeting in rapturous bliss. And Sophie’s entire being ached once again as she remembered Bella’s hips grinding. Her love slick lips gliding back and forth against her own, kissing her relentlessly to eruptive rapture.
Making love with Isabella had been the sweetest of sweet dreams, a fantasy that haunted and delighted Sophie’s dreams still. And every other occasion that they indulged their secret passion, had been just as bewitching and dreamlike as the first.
But then there was Charlotte, Sophie’s encounters with her had been quite a contrast to her love affair with Isabella. Quite a contrast indeed.
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