Randy and I wondered if the child had ever heard the word “no.” She never talked back or questioned anything Randy and I, or her mother, asked her to do. Syndy didn’t have many rules for her; the only one she struggled with was being loud indoors. Syndy would raise one eyebrow and that was all it took. Andie would be instantly contrite. That raised eyebrow was the only form of discipline I ever saw used, but it was very effective so we supposed there had been something else at some point.
We did everything together, and Syndy quickly became my best friend. Andie was the daughter Randy and I never had. When school started, Andie stayed with me most of the time. I worked from home except when I had a meeting, and she went with me to most of those. She would sit in a chair with her iPad and never make a peep for however long the meeting took.
There was one thing about Syndy that troubled us. There was about a five-year gap in her life that she would never talk about to us. That gap included Andie’s father, and we could sense that there was something dark and sinister there. We figured that she would tell us when she was ready, and we never pushed or pried.
Our relationship changed three days into her summer vacation the next year. It was a beautiful day and Randy had taken Andie fishing. Syndy and I watched movies, drinking strawberry daiquiris and giggling together. We were sitting on the sofa, leaning up against each other with our heads together. My hand was on her thigh and it felt so silky smooth and gorgeous that I had to stroke it. I loved touching her and she was very physical, too. Anytime she was close to me, she had an arm around me and we kissed a lot, too.
I looked over at her and her eyes were half closed as she watched the movie. Her lips were slightly parted and I noticed a droplet of ice and daiquiri on her lower lip. It fascinated me. That lip was so full and puffy and luscious looking and that little droplet was so sensual that it felt like a magnet, drawing me to her. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to do it. I leaned toward her and took that lower lip between mine, stretching it out, sucking the drop off and then letting it go.
Her eyes opened wide and I could see those green and gold flecks explode into fire. Her hand reached behind my head and she pulled me close, kissing me for a long time. My heart was pounding, my nipples sprang erect and my pussy flooded.
“Kara,” she whispered against my lips. “Do you want to make love to me?”
I didn’t say anything, but I was shocked at the answer inside my own head. I did want to make love to her, so badly that I couldn’t think of anything else! I wasn’t a lesbian. I had never felt this way about another woman in my life, but I loved this dusky goddess! I loved her like she was my little sister, but I was also on fire for her. I was so conflicted that I began to cry.
“Yes, Syndy, I do want to make love to you, but I can’t,” I wept. “I love you, but I love Randy and I would never cheat on him.”