by Alex Tryst

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Copyright © June, 2009 by Alex Tryst. All Rights Reserved.

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The following Sunday evening Anastasia anxiously awaited Layla’s arrival. They had spoken a few times over the week, which gave the princess enough over which to fantasize in their time apart. The blonde with pretty blue eyes monopolized her idle thoughts and some of her more intimate fantasies. Anastasia hoped that they would be able to draw even closer and that she would be able to see the body that dominated her dreams for the past several days.

Finally Layla’s arrival was announced, and Anastasia stood to greet her. The tiny blonde was wearing a white cotton blouse and a khaki knee-length skirt with sandals. Her limbs were tanner since they had last seen each other, and she wore a bright smile for the princess.

Anastasia crossed the room and embraced her immediately, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Layla, it is so good to see you.” Her hands gently ran along bare arms.

Layla’s heart began to speed up at the touch, but she tried to remain calm. “It’s good to see you too, Stasia.”

“I missed you,” she offered. “I have thought about you quite a lot in our time apart.”

A blush graced the blonde’s cheeks. “I have thought about you, too. Here. This is for you,” she said, extending a wrapped box.

“A gift? Thank you. I was not expecting that. Please come sit. Would you like something to drink before dinner?”

“No, thank you.”

The women took a seat on the couch as Anastasia unwrapped the present she had been presented. Popping open the lid, she found two items. “What is this?” she inquired, raising the first.

“It’s music. You said you wanted to hear me sing, so I downloaded a bunch of songs from church where I had solos from over the years. I don’t claim to be great, but you said you wanted it.”

“I am sure you are wonderful. Thank you. I cannot wait to listen to it.” The next gift in the box was a leather-bound soft cover book with the princess’s name printed in gold letters on the bottom right corner. She picked it up and turned it to look at the spine for a title. She smiled when she saw what it was.

“A student needs a proper textbook,” Layla mentioned. “I figured you probably didn’t have a Bible, and if we’re going to discuss it, you might want to actually own one.”

“You even put my name on it. It is beautiful. Thank you,” she said softly, leaning over and slipping another kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “Now I have something for you in return. Come with me,” she said rising from the sofa and extending her hand.

Layla took the offered assistance and clasped the princess’s larger hand. They walked into the dining room where a candlelit table was prepared. Off on the side table, there was a large vase of yellow roses with a card and a small blue box with a white bow. “This is beautiful.”

“I believe yellow roses are most appropriate for a Texan,” Anastasia said with a smile.

Layla nodded as she went to the pale yellow roses to smell them. “They’re lovely.”

“I am glad you like them, but this is your real present,” she said extending the small box to her. “Apparently this came from a famous craftsman right here in Dallas. At least that is what I was told when I began looking for something like this.”

Curiously Layla unwrapped the small box and opened the lid. Inside there was a silver necklace with a small rectangular pendent upon which her initials had been engraved. “It’s beautiful. I have several pieces from this jeweler. He does great work with silver. I absolutely love it,” she said with a bright smile as she pulled it from the box.

“Allow me to put it on you?” When Layla nodded in consent, Anastasia took the necklace. Stepping behind her, she put the necklace around the blonde’s neck as Layla held her blonde hair up out of the way. Once Anastasia had clasped the necklace into place, her fingers gently traced the woman’s neckline for a moment. She saw Layla shiver a little in response which spurred her into her next action, a little kiss right in the hairline on the back of Layla’s neck. She heard a gasp as hair fell across her face. Knowing she was pushing a little bit too much too quickly, she stepped away and slowly turned Layla toward her. Giving a smile she said, “It looks beautiful on you.”

“Thank you,” she replied quietly.

“Are you hungry yet? Dinner has been prepared for us.”

“Yes. I actually am quite hungry.”

“Then let us eat. Here,” she said pulling out her chair for her.

“Thank you, Stasia.”

The redhead then went into the other room for a moment and returned to take her own seat at the other end of the table. The wait staff came to attend to them and presented Anastasia the wine choices for the evening. “What kind of wine do you like? We are having white this evening.”

“I don’t actually drink.”

“Oh. My apologies. What would you like to drink then?”

“Whatever is available is fine.”

“Everything is available to you.”

“Iced tea?” she questioned.

“The lady wants iced tea. How quickly can you make that?”

“We can have it available shortly. We just need to return to the kitchen.”

“Fine. Then please do so and bring us both some water while we wait. I will have wine with dinner. Thank you.”

“Yes, your highness,” the server said before leaving them.

When they were alone, Anastasia turned to her guest. “Why do you not drink?”

“Well, to begin with, I’m underage. The drinking age is twenty-one in this country.”

“You are precluded from regular laws in my company.”

“I also believe alcohol lowers a person’s inhibitions, which can lead to irresponsible behavior.”

“I see, and you do not trust me to be on best behavior, I suppose,” she joked.

“With all due respect, Stasia, I don’t know you yet. I don’t know what to expect of you.”

“Fair enough. I respect your wishes not to consume alcohol if that is what you choose.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we start our Bible lesson now while we wait on dinner?”

“We could, but before we get into reading the book, I think it’s best to talk about the book itself.”

“Okay. Whatever you think is best. You are my teacher after all,” she said with a smile.

For the next hour the two sat at the table eating and discussing the Bible. Anastasia immediately noticed that Layla seemed knowledgeable and animated by the subject. She could tell religion played a large role in the blonde’s life, and Anastasia was enjoying learning from her just by the way those blue eyes sparkled as she spoke. Of course her mind wondered to if those eyes would shimmer just as brightly when the tiny woman was involved in intimacies.

When their meal was over and the conversation had lulled a bit, Anastasia suggested they adjourn to the living room again. The princess brought her wine with her and encouraged Layla to bring her beverage along as well. Both women took a seat on the sofa. Anastasia slipped her arm up along the top of the back and leaned closer to her company. With a smile she asked, “Could we put her studies on hiatus for the night? I need some time to process all we have discussed thus far. Maybe we could talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like you. Tell me more about you. What do you like to do for fun?”

“I like being outside. I love horses.”

“So do I. Do you ride a lot?”

She shook her head. “I don’t own a horse, so I have to rely on my friends letting me ride theirs at school.”

“Maybe we could ride sometime then. My family has an estate in the country in Virginia. We could take a couple of days and ride the countryside.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Then we should plan it. Maybe my sisters could come with us. We all love riding. Do you have any siblings?”

She shook her head. “It’s just me at home. I think that’s one of the reasons my parents are taking things so hard outside of their religious beliefs. They are worried about me not being able to have a normal life.”

“How so? You can marry anyone you want in our country without prejudice. You can have children. What else could you want that you could not have?”

“I know I can have everything, but they don’t see it that way,” she mumbled looking down at her lap.

Sensing the sadness overcoming her guest, the princess leaned a little closer. She tenderly tucked an errant piece of blonde hair behind Layla’s ear. Her hand lingered on it, tracing the curvature gently. “It is all right,” she whispered.

Blue eyes looked at her. They were slightly watery. “I feel like I cry whenever I’m around you.”

“I am sorry if I am the source of your tears. It is unintentional. I cannot stand to see such a beautiful woman in tears,” she quietly said, cupping her face. “Dry those pretty eyes.” Anastasia brushed away a tear from the corner of Layla’s eye.

Layla gazed into the dark blue eyes of the princess, which seemed to show genuine concern. They were so close together on the sofa, and she could sense the redhead leaning ever closer as arms came around her. She knew she was about to be kissed. Her eyes began to flutter as Anastasia leaned closer, but instead of kissing her, the redhead hesitated a mere few millimeters from her target. Layla exhaled in anticipation as Anastasia continued to hover for a moment before a soft kiss ensued. Moaning a little Layla cupped the back of red hair as the kiss continued.

Anastasia felt Layla’s moan deeply in her heart, which was speeding up exponentially at the exchange. Unable to resist those soft lips, she delved deeper on the second kiss, slipping passed them into Layla’s moist mouth. The blonde’s head started to spin at the feeling as she moaned a second time. However, when she pulled away for air, blue eyes were gazing at her intensely as the princess leaned in for a third kiss, which led her to place a hand up to stop her. Anastasia wasn’t dissuaded as fingers came to her lips. Instead she kissed them lightly before sucking the tip of Layla’s index finger into her own mouth.

“Oh God,” the blonde whispered, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sexual hunger exuding from the princess. “Stasia.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I, uh, I need you to stop,” she softly pleaded. Her voice was starting to fail her even though her conscience was not.

“Why?” she asked quietly, pulling back ever so slightly. “I can tell you find this enjoyable.”

“I do, but I’m just not like that.”

“Like what?”

Gently pushing Anastasia back far enough to regain some of her senses, she took a deep breath. She looked at her lap as she let out a sigh and then risked a look at the princess. Anastasia was still looking at her in a sexually voracious manner. “Please don’t look at me like that. You make it hard for me to think when you do that.”

Anastasia cracked a little grin but respectfully reigned in her own desires in seeing that Layla was not as receptive as she had hoped. “I am sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I think you know by now that I have developed a keen interest in you, Layla, but I would never force a woman to do anything she did not wish to do.”

The blonde gave a nod. “Stasia, I like you. I really do, but I’m finding it difficult to reconcile you suddenly being here in my life with what your public persona is. You have a reputation.”

“You seemed so concerned with my reputation, and I am not even sure what you perceive it to be. What kind of reputation do you think I have?”

“You are interested in a lot of women, but that interest often fades very quickly.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“Your picture is everywhere and often with beautiful women who, even in photos, show how much they adore you. You could have anyone you wanted, and I sense that you indulge in that fact.”

“Are you inferring that I am promiscuous?” she asked seriously.

“Well, tell me the truth. Do you see a lot of women?”

“Yes.”

“And you enjoy their physical company?”

“Are you asking me if I am having sexual relations with these women?” She slowly nodded. “The answer is yes. I like sex, Layla. I like making women feel good and feeling good in return,” she replied, softly running her fingers over the blonde’s bare forearm.

“How many would you say you’ve been with?”

“How many women? Let me think about that.” She paused. “I would say about 20 or so in the past 4 years.”

“How many of those were your girlfriend at the time?”

“None. I do not keep girlfriends. I much prefer to be open to seeing many women at once.”

Layla nodded. “That’s what I thought. I’m not like that, Stasia. I believe in relationships and monogamy. I don’t believe in casual sex. I think sex should be reserved for your spouse alone.”

“So you have not had sex before?”

“No, nor do I plan to. I want the person I give myself to for the first time to be my wife, and I want her to be the only one to know me. I think it’s a gift.”

Anastasia sat back fully into the corner of the sofa and just looked at Layla contemplatively for a moment. Initially she couldn’t believe what she had just been told. She had never met a woman who felt bound to such principle. Disappointment began to fill her at the thought of her fantasizing not coming to fruition. She had never been denied her desires before, and she wasn’t sure how to respond at first.

Seeing the look on the heir’s face, Layla felt her heart sinking. She was afraid of this reaction, but her morals would not be swayed. “Does this change the way you think of me?” she inquired.

Anastasia nodded. “It does but not negatively. How have your previous girlfriends handled such a declaration?”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“You must be joking. A beautiful woman like you has never been in a relationship?”

She shook her head. “No one other than my parents knows about me, and they harshly disapprove. I haven’t had the opportunity to date anyone. Even when they thought I was straight, I wasn’t allowed to date until college, but by then I realized I wasn’t interested in finding a husband.”

“Have you ever even kissed a woman?”

“You’re the first,” she admitted.

The redhead smiled. “How did I do then? Was it all you imagined?”

She nodded and blushed. “It was better than I imagined.”

“I am glad for that. I had not realized any of this. Thank you for telling me. I was wondering why I was getting mixed signals from you.”

“I’m sorry, Stasia. My beliefs don’t allow me to behave any differently.”

“I understand, and rest assured I still am interested in you. I just am not sure what to do from here. I have never been in this situation before. I have never been denied what I want, but I respect your position and promise not to pressure you to reconsider.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your restraint, but where does that leave us?”

“I think we will just have to be friends for now and see how things go. Will that suffice?”

Layla knew she didn’t want to be just friends, but she also knew she had no right to make demands of the princess. “I suppose that is what we must be if that is what you want.”

Hearing her tone, the princess sensed that was not exactly what she had in mind. “What would you prefer?”

“I have no right to ask for anything from you. You’ve made it clear you aren’t interested in dating or a girlfriend. Friends is all that is left.”

“Yes, it is, so let us embrace that for now and let time dictate where we go from there. As much as I like you, we do not want the same things at the moment. I would rather keep you as a friend than not have you in my life at all,” she confessed.

“Me, too,” she answered. Layla knew remaining friends meant she might not be feeling the heir’s mouth on hers again anytime in the near future and that Anastasia may go after someone else. She didn’t like those thoughts, but she wasn’t prepared to compromise her beliefs, even for the princess. She just hoped she could hold Anastasia’s interest with her limited resources.

For the rest of the evening, the two watched a movie together on the sofa. Even though there wasn’t any further kissing, they did cuddle a bit in each other’s arms while they watched TV, which made Layla feel like there was a chance for them. When she finally had to go, Anastasia walked her to the door while holding her hand.

“Thank you for my gifts and for spending the evening with me, Layla. I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too. Thank you for my necklace. I will cherish it.”

“So we will have our next lesson late next week and cover the book of Genesis?” she clarified.

“If you think you can read that much in a week.”

“I will do my best. In the meantime, will it be all right if I call you?”

“Of course. I’d love to hear from you.”

“Well, feel free to call me anytime. I look forward to getting to know you a lot better, Layla.”

“Me too, Stasia.”

“Also let me know what time is best for you to come see me for our horseback riding excursion. I will see to all your travel and lodging arrangements if you just let me know when you would like to come.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind. I’ll let you know.”

There was a pause between them as blue eyes met. Finally though Anastasia leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the blonde’s cheek. “I hope to see you soon.”

Continued in Chapter 4

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