First Class (Chaelisa)

Chapter 8: Somewhere in Arizona

Entering the cabin; it's a two bedroom, one bath space with wooden interior walls and a small office in an upstairs loft via spiraling black staircase. Though the cabin was rustic, it had modern appliances, sizeable kitchen with a small black marble island and exceptionally well decorated; a Pendleton throw blanket over a mid-sized grey couch, a cross-section of fossilized wood with an oval shaped piece of glass on top as the coffee table and several magazines splayed across including OUTropolis and The New Yorker, a large white fuzzy rug, bright running chrome track lights, three full bookshelves, a fireplace, and last but not least, a substantial amount of paintings. Roseanne took notice; Lisa had exquisite as well as expensive taste in art.

"And you said my place looked like a miniature art museum? Now I really feel bad about all those hotel paintings you have to look at," comments Roseanne.

Lisa lets out a small laugh. The only thing somewhat of out of place was the large number of candles.

"Lisa, why do you have so many candles?"

"Oh, the wind picks up through here and sometimes the power goes out," replies Lisa.

"Don't you have a backup generator?"

"I do, but it's so noisy at times and I spend all day next to a jet engine. So, as you can image, I just stick to the candles."

Looking along the paintings on Lisa's largest wall that extended up to the loft, Roseanne sees a few that are quite expensive and actually, one that was probably worth several million. She couldn't help but ask.

"Lisa, I'm sure you do well for yourself, but some of these paintings are very expensive. Is there something else you do, piloting just a hobby?"

Lisa expresses a light laugh, admiring Roseanne's curiosity.

"They belonged to my father. When he passed away back when I was in college, I got them. He was a collector of sorts, more junk than anything else, but he also collected art and well, he ran across some valuable pieces during his garage sale and auction hunts," Lisa lets out small chuckle, "Get this, his most prized possession was a piece of the Apollo 13 pod when its crash landed back on Earth. Bid a few thousand dollars for a chunk of metal and he cherished it in little shrine he had set up in the basement when I was growing up."

"You talk a lot about your dad, what about your mom?"

"Oh, my mom. She died when I was young. I barely remember her, so it was just my dad and I."

Roseanne nods, "Oh, me too. I mean, not me too my mom, but my dad. He died when I was in high school. So... I understand."

They meet each other's gaze at another striking commonality, both getting lost in each other's eyes. Roseanne, stuck in the shiny doe eyes and Lisa, basking in the warmth of Roseanne's eyes.

Lisa is the first to snap out of it, "Um, gosh, where are my manners. Would you like some wine Roseanne?"

Blinking and returning to reality, Roseanne replies, "Uh, sure."

"White or red?"

"Let's go with... white tonight," replies Roseanne.

Lisa opens a bottle and pours each of them a glass. Walking back over to Roseanne still admiring her art wall, she hands Roseanne the glass.

"Thanks."

"Would you... like to see my favorite?" asks Lisa, standing next to Roseanne.

"Of course."

Lisa takes Roseanne's hand and leads her into the bedroom.

"I keep all my personal favorites in here," says Lisa.

Flipping on the light, Roseanne sees her painting amongst some others in Lisa's bedroom and is unable to hold back a smile, feeling particularly flattered.

Pulling Roseanne's hand closer, Lisa places a kiss on her cheek and speaks into Roseanne's ear, "Do you like it? The most beautiful woman walking this Earth gave it to me."

Roseanne turns to look Lisa in the eyes, "Smooth, but I'm pretty sure I gave it to the most beautiful woman alive."

Roseanne leans in as her voice trails into a whisper, the words leaving her lips and seamlessly replaced by Lisa's lips. Reaching out slowly with her tongue, Roseanne tastes the bottle of wine Lisa just poured, buttery yet floral and aromatic; she had not sipped hers yet.

Instinctively taking Roseanne's glass, Lisa loosely places their wine on the dresser so she could wrap her hands around Roseanne's waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss with her tongue. Roseanne lets out a light moan and Lisa breathes it in like she had been deprived of oxygen for years.

Roseanne lightly brushes Lisa's hair away from her face, cradling her head in the process of deepen their kiss even more. Although they've kissed a hundred times before, it still felt like the first.

Making her way under Lisa's shirt, Roseanne caresses the warm skin underneath before pulling it over Lisa's head. Stepping back, Roseanne pulls off her own shirt, never breaking eye contact with Lisa.

They slowly undress, leisurely tracing and rediscovering each other's curves. Neither had anywhere to be the following day. Sitting and scooting back on her bed, Lisa guides Roseanne on top to straddle her, kissing Roseanne with more passion than she ever remembers feeling.

Letting her hands roam down, Lisa moves to stroke Roseanne's clit in massaging circles, capturing Roseanne's moans in her mouth.

Just as Lisa is about to slip inside, Roseanne stops her.

"Wait," Roseanne murmurs.

"What's wrong?" replies Lisa with slight alarm in her eyes.

But Roseanne's eyes are reassuring, "Nothing. I want to be closer."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." trails Roseanne as she proceeds to rearrange one of Lisa's legs over hers, "This," and scooting forward and pressing herself against Lisa.

Lisa drops her head back, slamming her eyes shut at the erotic sensation of Roseanne's clit, Roseanne's folds, Roseanne's everything, against hers.

"Rosie..."

Roseanne slowly begins grinding herself against Lisa, pulling Lisa's hips in a revolving motion. Recapturing Lisa's lips, Roseanne continues to move against Lisa in a gradual pace, kissing until neither could concentrate any longer, breaking their lips and leaning their heads together, panting and moaning.

"Lisa..." whispers Roseanne.

"Mm..." Lisa was barely able to whimper a response.

"I'm close... Come with me... Come with me baby..." Roseanne whispers into Lisa's ear.

Lisa comes at the sound of Roseanne's voice and Roseanne follows within a split second, surging against each other and holding onto an incredible moment of intimacy. Lisa buries her head into Roseanne's neck and Roseanne does the same. As they fall back to Earth together, Roseanne opens her eyes first, planting light kisses on Lisa's neck, up her jawline, and back to her lips.

After a few minutes of kissing, Lisa sighs, "Mmmm.... Roseanne?"

Leaning back, Roseanne watches the deep brown in Lisa's eyes emerge before her, hoping to finally see past their emotions. Lisa looked close to revealing something, quite possibly the origin of her emotional jail cell.

"What is it Lisa?" Roseanne says softly.

Shaking her head lightly to Roseanne's question, Lisa dismisses her thoughts and refocuses with a small grin, brushing and playing with Roseanne's stray blonde strands.

Roseanne pondered speaking up to fill the silence, but it wasn't warranted as she watched Lisa look at her in content and admiration.

Curling under the thick, warm, and cozy blankets, they spoon with Roseanne holding Lisa until they fall asleep together.