Confession of an Addict

Chapter Three Crossing Lines_________________

They sat in silence a moment before Alaric spoke up, "So, Jade. Love. I need to know what is going to happen next with Violet. The next appointment is nails for the event and that's going to take at least an hour. Storytime with Jade?"

Jade sat for a moment while her mind began to flood with thoughts of Violet carrying Sam out to sea. She looked up when she felt the car come to a stop. If the people at the nail place didn't mind, she wouldn't be opposed to telling a story to pass the time. Maybe it will help her keep her mind off the ticklish sensations while getting her pedicure. The door opened and they headed into the salon. After a moment of getting settled in her chair, Alaric sat down next to her with a shit eating grin on his face.

"The owner said a Jade Storytime is always welcome here. Soooo... Can you tell me if you kiss her or not? It's literally eating me up inside."

"Alright, alright, alright. Just remember these are my perfect world scenarios. They are not real even if I wish they could be." Reminding not only Alaric but those in the salon listening as well.

"I know, I know, just get with it cause we were just getting to the good part."

Jade asked the tech to hold for a second as she waved her left hand over the right creating a light that turned to smoke. As before a scene began to swirl in the clouds of smoke and we are brought back to the moment we left off at. A quick recap of what was happening for new listeners before she continued with the story.

-Storytime with Jade-

Once again I am faced with the moral dilemma of crossing that friendship line or not. I literally has everything I could want at that moment, and I wasn't completely sure I could stop myself this time. Violets' right arm rested on the back of the couch in a barely lit corner of the nightclub as our surroundings slowed and melted away. Violet could tell I was hesitant to move forward understanding as to why. I was not the only one with fears of losing a friend. Our connection was something different from others, almost like two sides of the same coin, and Violet has lost people crossing a line like this one to. Violets left hand that had been resting on my leg this whole time slowly moving up and under my dress. Once she reached my hip, she realized that I had used my Shibari skills while getting ready. She gripped the rope I had tied around my waist that connected to the one around my thigh running under my ass cheeks. Violet's grip was strong and delicate at the same time with a hint of challenging me by pulling her slightly towards her. I, fearful of the unknown, accepted this and let my primal instinct take over.

That was all it took.

My hand slipped from her cheek grabbing onto the bowtie I knew she had worn just for me tonight in my favorite color. Gently but with authority I tugged at it to bring Violet to me as I met her in the middle. Our lips met each other's, and the room began to spin. Fireworks just wasn't a deep enough explanation for what just happened and could not do this feeling justice.

My hands swiftly moved, with my right hand returning to Violet's cheek while never parting from her sweet lips. Simultaneously, Violet's other hand wrapped around me, pulling me close by the hip. This intimate midnight moment intensified the passion we both felt as our lips met. I playfully nibbled on Violet's lower lip, igniting primal instincts within us both. Violet sensed I was playing a risky game, unsure if I could handle it, but she was determined not to slow down. Caught up in the moment, Violet knew that if we weren't careful, our intense desires might lead to a spontaneous encounter right there on the unnoticed couch. Our actions would have put even the most scandalous scenes in the French red-light district to shame.

I placed my hand on the back of Violet's head, running my fingers through her short black hair. Their biggest challenge lay in this moment, as while Violet desired to lay me down immediately, I was strategizing to end up on 'top'. In the throes of passion, Violet was too absorbed to notice my hands doing more than just exploring her body. I used a delicate touch to send shivers through Violet and led my hands to intertwine with her. Sliding my hands across Violet's arms, I savored every kiss, intertwining our fingers. With this connection, I shifted my weight onto my left knee and swiftly swung my right leg over Violet's lap. As a result, Violet reclined on the couch while I placed our still intertwined hands behind Violet's head, technically pinning her in place. It was clear that Violet could easily overpower me at any moment, but she found some amusement in letting me believe I had triumphed.