Free Tangled with Lust: A Life Changing Lesbian Experience by Jennifer Jagger Page A

imagine that to be grounds for arguments day and night until it escalated into bickering and long-winded chases all over the city, but alas one is not Naomi. Thank God for that, because that woman is one hell of a firecracker. I don’t think the average person could take her sass and her well-crafted, intelligent arguments. She always was smart and beautiful – a toxic combination to a woman like myself, falling easily for such attractive qualities.
    We had been together back in college, and we were each other’s firsts. I had been confused about my sexuality, and Naomi had cleared all of that up for me with her beauty and poise. I had discovered my love for women through Naomi, who was my friend at the time. However, we started seeing each other shortly after my confession to her, and her acceptance of me. Apparently, she had known for some time, but both of us were new to the sizzling electricity between us.
    With our drinks in hand, I could see that she’d settled down considerably from the violent reaction we’d had to each other since our divorce. I don’t know why, but I just had to tease her. “Meems?”
    She tilted her perfect chin to watch me, and I tried to hold back my smile.
    “Looks like that anger management’s going well.”
    To my surprise, she laughed! She just took a big sip of her drink, looked down into it, and kept the light tone of laughter in her voice. “If it weren’t going well, we’d have left already.”
    “You know, you never had a problem before me,” I insisted, throwing a glance back to my friends to signal I was still alive and kicking. They signaled for me to escape and save myself, but I just waved them off and focused on Naomi again.
    “Yeah, well … I kind of lost my mind.”
    I couldn’t believe it! She was talking to me like anyone would talk to anyone else. She wasn’t yelling at me or crying or blaming me for anything. She was just sitting there like a perfect lady, reminding me of the contrast from the past to the present.
    Sweet, innocent Naomi – at least she appeared that way to others, but I always knew the truth. I knew what she liked, and just how roughly she had always wanted it. I knew all the secrets she kept, and that woman was no saint. My lips curled of their own volition as I remembered back to times when she was tied up underneath me – flashes of her tangled hair lingering in my mind for just a moment too long. She had taken notice of my distraction.
    “What’s wrong with you?” she taunted, hiding her smile much better than I ever could hide mine. She was so composed that I was jealous, but I didn’t say a word. I just sat there with her even after we’d finished our drinks, sitting side-by-side in relative silence.
    At last, she spoke again: “Well, I guess I my date stood me up. Great.”
    “Yeah, they just took one look and ran off,” I grinned, taking a healthy sip from my bottle with a smug expression I knew affected her. She knew the humor in my words because I had always been so attracted to her that I couldn’t resist.
    “You’re a real piece of work,” she smiled.
    Naomi has this way of smiling that just melts you, and she melted me then. She was so sincere and so playful that I couldn’t even have left if I had wanted to go.
    My friends offered to stay and mediate between us, but I told them Naomi and I just wanted to talk things out. “No explosions,” I promised them. Finally, as the night drew long, they left me to my own devices. That probably wasn’t wise, but of course they couldn’t have known. All that time apart from Naomi had left a void. No one had ever kissed me the way she kissed me. No other woman’s fingers could tease me like hers, and I had never seen a woman as beautiful in any sense of the word. I knew that she could drive me crazy with anger or frustration, but we simply did that to one another.
    Her breathing was labored after I’d laughed and rested my hand on her thigh. I really hadn’t meant