For Love Devious

They Meet

"Can I buy you a salad?". Sasha messaged the golden skinned narrow eyed woman. She'd read her profile, and liked what she saw. She noted the sly looking woman's vegetarianism. 

"A salad?, lol.", Nova responded humored. She could appreciate someone making light of her lifestyle. 

They exchanged numbers and phoned eachother frequently over the days following their first exchanges online. 

Some evenng. Sasha texted "We need to talk". 

Nova promptly rang her burgeoning new boo. 

"What is it?", Nova asked knowing from experience that those words foreshadowed never anything delighting. 

"I have something to tell you.", Sasha answered. 

Nova was smitten. She was finding herself snug within Sasha's flirtatious demeanor, wild unabashed sense of humor, beautiful smile. 

"You can tell me anything". Nova confidently assured her. 

"I'm married." 

After a long silence. 

"To a woman?", Nova questioned her voice becoming higher as the words sprang from her mouth. 

"No. To a man. He's away on active duty, been gone for a year. I don't know when he'll return." 'We've been together for four years and I love him." "I didn't expect that I could like a woman the way I could a man.". "I'm confused." 

"WHAT!", Nova, shocked,stated moreso than asked. 

The woman she'd been getting to know over a couple weeks. The woman who's eyes puzzled her, and body awed her. Who's words challenged and delighted her so much that she could see herself talking for hours each day with her into the years that would follow. The woman was joined to another. 

Nova allowed the news to settle on her jaded heart, on her keen mind. 

"It's cool.", Nova assured Sasha. 

Nova hadn't met anyone that she could so easily be herself with in a long time. It should also be spoken of that Sasha was a formidable woman. Her body was by all dimensional standards, perfection. Her car was clean and fast. At her job her title was supervisor. The most endearing quality. Everyone who knew her loved her . Sasha was everything, and Nova wanted her no matter the circumstances. 

"If you can stomach the fact that I'm mid-twenties still living with my mother, love. I can handle your pre-matrimony status.", Nova responded finally.

Sasha laughed. She was also smitten with Nova. Nova's obscure however very present feminity. Her soft masculine approach and frame. 

She'd say to Nova. "I know you're a woman. I want to treat you like a woman". 

Nova accustomed to the expectation of masculinity would smile. 

They were falling a steep sleek hole with nothing to catch them, but a hard bottom made of realism. They receded the knowledge of the inevitable. Retarded their caring of consequences. They fell in love. 

"I want you to be closer to me.", Sasha told Nova one weekend while Nova lay beneath her breasts after sex. Nova lived hours away from Sasha, and would have to catch a bus each weekend in order to wrap her soft feminine arms around Sasha like a strong protecting lover. 

"I'm going to rent you an apartment here in the city. No!, likely a condo.", Sasha decidedly told Nova. "Won't your husband wonder about the extra expense?", Nova questioned. "I have some money set aside", Sasha reassured Nova. "He won't be the wiser.". 

"If that's what you want.", Nova kissed Sasha lightly at the center of her chest. 

"They experienced bliss.". Sasha would come home to Nova in the evening at the condo. They'd make love in the kitchen. The loft. The parlor. The everywhere. They'd make love, carressing one another's face, searching one another's eyes for a torn seam, ragged edges that would reveal imperfection, and finding none they would fall deeper. Patting love into place. Making love. They'd have sex everywhere. The kitchen. The loft. The parlor. The everywhere. 

"I didn't know that another woman could make me feel this way.", Sasha would admit as she attempted to wrangle her body from the clutches of Nova's ravenous mouth and hands. 

Nova's passion would never let her loose, and Sasha would burst on heaven's ceilings and floors. 

"God damn.", Sasha would admit. As she stroked her lover's head. 

This one evening. 

"We need to talk.", Sasha revived those ominous words. 

Nova's eyes lowered and the smile that was raised by watching Plucky Duck press buttons on an elevator faded. "What is it?" 

"My husband comes home in two weeks.". 

"What does that mean for us?" 

"It means I'll see you less during the week. Probably never on the weekends." 

Nova returned her eyes to watching Tiny Toon Adventures. 

Her mind however was attempting to find the meaning in Sasha's admission. She couldn't.