Six Degrees From Nikki Madison

I Saw Love, Can You See It, Too?

----Let's meet again for the first time.

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

I want to thank zula333 for the inspiration. If it's good, then we have to meet again for the first time over and over. Preferably in a never-ending cycle. Her words. Her nickname comes from the 'Song for Zula'. The song's lyrics are about the painful and transformative nature of love. The song expresses heartbreak, the lessons learned from it, and the resolve not to open oneself to such pain again. But does she?

Sydney's story will capture the essence. Not the entire song. The songwriter told that story. This is Sydney Jaxson's story. You will also meet Noelle G. Brooks.

The story will be told in the first person from Sydney's perspective. Stay with me, it's a slow build.

Sometimes Love Finds Us

There's a small coffee shop,Steam & Story, in my neighborhood. I spend most mornings sipping my coffee and writing my blog,City of Secrets. I'm a wannabe influencer, but my social media presence is not where it needs to be. I need to work on that. Perhaps a trendy podcast is in my future. I love writing about theCityI live in... San Francisco.

So, I wait tables to earn enough money to fulfill my dream of making a difference in this world. I'm trying to find who I am and who I want to be. Maybe that's what life's journey is all about.

I'm 29 and still single, brunette with hazel eyes, tall and fit with a nice, firm body. I do yoga, but I need to get outdoors more often. I identify myself as a cis woman. Sexually, I prefer both women and men. I'm still single. I am still looking for my person. But I seem to be looking in all the wrong places.

Almost any day, you can find me here at theSteam & Storycoffee shop. At times, there are more empty tables than customers. Perhaps my person will find me. People come and go, all day long. Couples, men, other women, sometimes alone, sometimes more than one. My head is buried in my laptop. Maybe I need to look up more.

Then on an overcast day, the coffee shop was packed. Not an empty table anywhere. There was a gentle tap on my table. I looked up. "Pardon me. May I share your table?" She was anxiously smiling at me and said, "It's packed in here today. My name is Noelle, Noelle Brooks. I've seen you here before!"

As I glanced around the room, I smiled back, "Please do, my name is Sydney Jaxson. The coffee shop is indeed packed."

I hurriedly moved my stuff so she could sit and set her things down.

I've seen her in here many times, always at another table with her head buried in her laptop. I was curious about her. More than once, I had planned to introduce myself, but the timing never seemed right.

She was shorter than me, petite, perhaps a little younger. She's a brunette, too. Long straight hair to her mid-back, green eyes, and freckles. Before she sat down, I noticed her nice, round bum in her grey leggings. Like mine, her makeup was casual. Her skin was as pale as mine, and she must have spent too many sunny days inside working.

Noelle organized her laptop and other stuff, then took a few sips of her black coffee. She spoke, "I've never seen this place, this crowded! BTW, thanks for sharing your table. You seem very friendly. " She paused, adding, "I've seen you in here before. I apologize for not speaking with you before now."

I smiled back. I did not immediately respond. I went back to writing my blog. She buried her face in her laptop.

We worked silently and separately on our own projects. I stopped working first, remarking, "I need a break!" I stood heading to the unisex restroom. When I returned, Noelle had gotten us both coffee refills.

We Got To Know Each Other... Better!

We talked. I told her about my blog,City of Secrets.She smiled, "Is that really you? I read it all the time. I'm new to theCity.She paused, adding, "I love exploring, and I love your weekly post called'Eight Days A Week!"

I blushed, mumbling, "Thank you. Outside of my immediate friends, I have never met a regular reader of my blog."

She replied, " It reminds me of my favorite song about love and devotion. And it makes me get out of myCow Hollowflat and explore theCity. " Pausing, she added, "Otherwise, I would never take a break from this damn novel!"

I looked at her, a little dumbfounded, "Noelle, what type of novel are you writing?"

Giggling, she replied, "It's a Romance novel. I'm still working on the title. I'm about halfway through the first draft. My editor's manuscript deadline is in June."

Noelle never shared any details with me. In fact, she was somewhat vague. I was surprised she was writing a book. I originally thought she was young; perhaps she's older than I originally thought. I took it that she must have experience beyond her years.

We clicked that day. I enjoyed her company, but I was working atLil'sthat night. I left Noelle typing away on her laptop as I left for work.

Early the next week, when I arrived, Noelle was already seated. She waved me over, remarking, "I saved you a seat, if you care to join me? " There were plenty of empty tables, but I joined her. And for the next several weeks, we sat at the same table, while I wrote my blog, and she wrote her novel.

One morning, she remarked, "Sydney, I read your blog yesterday. I see there is an'Erotic Writing Seminar 'atSwaynext Saturday. Do you want to go with me?"

Giggling, I replied, "I would love to. I placed the entry to see if I would catch your eye." Reaching into my purse, I held up two tickets. "AndSwaygave me two comp tickets." Noelle excitedly jumped up and hugged me. I held her tight. I wanted to kiss her, but it took all the restraint that I could muster not to.

Seminar, Drinks, Dinner, and More

We exchanged cell numbers and met early Saturday atSteam and Storyto Uber toSwaytogether. Noelle was casual in her denim skirt and white blouse. She was wearing a little more makeup than usual. I wore a short black skirt and a white buttoned shirt.

The Seminar was terrific. The author, Jennifer Madison, knew her stuff, sharing fresh ideas about style and substance with us. She's also written several erotic romance books across all genres. She held a mini-book signing alongsideSway'ssmall reception after the seminar. I think Noelle and I had more than our share of free wine.

Neither of us wanted the day to end, so we had dinner at Frascati, an Italian-style bistro, on Russian Hill. Throughout the meal, we couldn't stop touching each other. She flirted with me, and I flirted with her. Was it the wine, or the company of the seminar we just went to? I didn't care; I just wanted to spend the night with her.

After dinner, we finished our wine as we sat at the small bar. Our stools were edged close together. We continued to talk about everything. When I commented on something the seminar speaker said about flirting and seduction, Noelle reached out and put her hand on my naked thigh. The simple gesture caused a sudden tingle throughout my body.

I instinctively parted my legs, inviting her touch, and she stared into my eyes. I just wanted to kiss her. It's been a long time since I kissed anyone passionately, but somehow it felt natural with Noelle. Closing my eyes, I gently kissed her on the lips. My world froze for a tender moment.

Noelle pushed back slightly. She startled me. Did I misread her signals? With one finger, she tapped her lip-glossed lips and moved her hand towards my left ear and gently pushed my hair back. I gulped and felt my breathing growing heavier.

She didn't take her hand away. It rested at the back of my neck, and she gently stroked the nape of my neck, sending soft shivers throughout my body. I didn't want her to stop. My eyes were still closed as I moved my hand up, touching her wrist as she was caressing my neck. I felt a slight pressure as she pulled my head towards her and kissed me on the lips.

It was tender, gentle, not forceful. The kiss was amazing. She broke the kiss, and I opened my eyes. I shook my head and whispered, "Noelle, that was delightful!" She just stared into my eyes. This delicious younger woman has just seduced me.

"Noelle, I have had so much fun today, will you join me for a nightcap at my flat?"

She smiled, "Sydney, of course!" Giggling, she added, "I thought you would never ask." I hastily picked up my phone and called an Uber to pick us up.

The ride to my place was short, but it felt like an eternity. We kissed and fondled each other's bodies. My lips devoured Noelle's mouth with sweet, messy kisses.

Somehow, my shirt was unbuttoned all the way to my waist. Noelle was squeezing my nipples through my black bra.

The Uber driver lowered his rearview mirror, so the back seat was visible to him. We gave him quite a show. I am surprised we arrived at my flat safely. Almost before he could stop, we jumped out and scurried to the front door. Once inside, I tossed my keys and purse onto the credenza. Noelle was a few steps behind me.

ASoft Invitation

I turned, giving her an alluring smile, and whispered, "Come hither!" I didn't have to beckon Noelle twice. She instantly pressed her body into mine. We kissed. Noelle backed away slightly to finish unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it off my shoulders, and she tossed it onto the hallway floor, as she kissed my neck.

She swiftly unhooked my bra, and she buried her face in my chest, as her tongue twirled around my small nipples, I purred. I backpedaled us into my bedroom, leading us to the edge of my bed, and we toppled onto the covers. Noelle was on top. She sat up, arms over her head, and yanked her blouse off, tossing it aside.

Noelle teasingly held her bra-encased breasts in both hands and seductively removed her pink bra, squeezing her nipples. Lying on my back, I reached out to grab her, but she gently pushed me back down. She wiggled out of her denim skirt, revealing her narrow slit through her sheer pink thong. A cute dark racing strip adorned her pussy. I was excited to see her nakedness. Her areolas were much larger than mine.

She pulled my skirt and black lace panties simultaneously down my thighs, exposing my smooth, bare, glistening slit. Her smile was radiant. Noelle lowered her body, hovering over me, as her fingers brushed along my upper thigh.She slipped one finger inside me, then a second. I gasped. I couldn't believe how good it felt. She gently tugged on the inside of my slit, gently placing her thumb on the outside of my lips, with steady pressure on my clit. I was already aroused. Hell, I was aroused as soon as we kissed at the restaurant.

I was on the edge, but she wasn't ready for me to cum just yet. Noelle sensed my tension and lowered her pressure inside my canal.

She buried her head into my body, gently kissing and licking my stomach. Her flat tongue formed concentric circles all over my belly. I lay back, closing my eyes as Noelle consumed me. Her tongue slowly licked its way to my sweetness. My hands gently pushed on her hair, pulling her face closer. She didn't shy away, as her tongue dragged over my outer lips. I murmured, repeating 'oh, oh, oh' whimpers as her tongue took control of my body.

My ragged breathing and moans spurred Noelle on. She sucked on each labia in turn, circling my clit with the tip of her tongue. She went round and round in ever -decreasing circles, until she was flicking her tongue directly against my stiffened clit. I mumbled, "Oh God, yes, you're good, Noelle!"

I was grinding against her now, making her lips and chin wet. I squirmed as her tongue took over my puffy slit. I arched back onto the bed, feeling my tension build.... My eyes were shut tight, my fingers on both hands were tweaking my nipples, first softly, then hard. I screamed, "Oh, yes, Oh yes!" My toes curled, my booty squirmed underneath Noelle. I screamed, "You little Bitch! Oh God, why are you doing this to me?"

When I came, I sprayed my juices all over Noelle's mouth and chin. My eyes were closed tightly. I opened my eyes. Noelle was staring, smiling. She knew I was spent. She rolled her body beside me. We cuddled. I whispered, "Noelle, I needed your tenderness tonight. I especially needed you.

Sydney Savors Noelle

Noelle leaned back onto the bulky pillows on my bed and instinctively spread her legs, seductively inviting me to pleasure her, giving me easy access to her sweetness. It was my turn to please my young, but experienced partner. I knelt between her spread legs, my fingers caressing her inner thighs. Noelle's body was trembling in anticipation. I lowered my face between her thighs, licking my way towards her bare slit.

Noelle rested her hands on the top of my hair to gently pull my face into her wet, now puffy slit. My stiff tongue pressed down on Noelle's lips, tracing the outer folds of her labia, pressing my tongue between her lips, causing her to moan. In her excitement, I felt her hands pressed against the back of my head, pushing my tongue deeper.

Noelle squirmed with each stroke of my stiff tongue. When her hands stroked my hair, I could sense her orgasm slowly building inside her. Noelle's heavy breathing and moans urged me on, sucking on each labia, then circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. My tongue swirled around inside her bare slit, twirling in ever-decreasing circles, until my tongue was flicking directly against Noelle's stiffened clit.

With each gentle spasm, she clutched and scrunched my hair between her fingers. Her increased whimpers prompted my efforts to please her in a way that only another woman could. My mouth delved into her wetness, savoring the taste of her arousal. Noelle was squirming uncontrollably, and I could feel the stiffness of her clit as I moved my mouth over it, sucking it gently, pushing two fingers between her outer lips at the same time, pushing her to the edge.

She pressed her sweetness against my face, rocking and squirming her hips and butt. Her moans became louder, and her hands gripped my hair tightly. "Oh, fuck, Sydney, keep doing whatever you're doing. Your tongue is unbelievable," She gasped, "I'm so close!"

When Noelle arched her back, her lower torso pushed into my face. She was convulsing, followed by a stiff quiver as she came. My chin was soaked in her juices, which ran down my neck. Her thighs locked against the side of my head, and my face was still buried in her vagina. Her entire body shook and quivered. Feeling her spasm was rewarding. I did not move until I could feel the tension in her body subside.

Noelle finally let go of my hair, and as I looked in her face, she opened her eyes. Her smile was radiant. We exchanged smiles. As I crawled up her naked torso, pressing my chest into hers, we kissed. We snuggled, and I rolled over. Noelle spooned into my back. We drifted off to sleep.

The sunlight shone through my bedroom window. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt the bed behind me. Noelle was not there.

On the mattress was a tented note. It was from Noelle. It read, 'Syd, I had a lovely day and a better evening. I will meet you later for coffee. Signed N with a heart emoji!

I showered, dressed, and hurriedly walked two blocks toSteam and Story.Noelle was already there, sitting at a long table. Her face was radiant, showing off her post-glow, glow! I sat beside her, giving her a soft peck on her cheek.

Noelle worked on her Romance novel. I gave a review of theErotic Writing Seminarwe attended yesterday. I wanted to write about the aftermath in my flat. I thought better of it.

We Became Inseparable

Noelle and I became inseparable. We met atSteam and Storyalmost every day. If I wasn't at work. We would hang out together., either at my place, a favorite restaurant, or a cozy bar. Noelle never mentioned what she did when we weren't together. I didn't ask, and she never offered. I assume she was always writing her novel.

There was always an event listed on myEight Days a Weekblog post that we tried to attend. When her name popped up on my cell, I always smiled. She had that riveting effect on me. I could feel the wetness building in my panties.

Sex was always good. No, it was terrific. No one has ever kissed me the way Noelle does. When we snuggled, I felt secure and safe. I know she did too.

She taught me things, and I taught her things. We were a terrific couple.

When we spent the night together, it was always at my flat. In the morning, she left before I woke up or lingered with me. If I went toSteam and Story, she said she would meet me later. She headed in the opposite direction from where I was headed. I knew she lived in the same neighborhood, but I never knew exactly where. It could have been somewhere on Green Street, but I couldn't ever pin her down. Truthfully, I didn't have the foggiest idea.

If we went out, she either came to my place or met her atSteam and Story,the restaurant or venue. More than once, I tried to visit her at her place, but every time, Noelle either changed the subject or had a good reason to meet at my place or somewhere else. After a while, I just gave up. It wasn't important. Our relationship was otherwise perfect.

I was in love for the first time in a very long time. I was beginning to think that I had found my person. She was hitting all of my other love buttons, and I eventually just ignored her little idiosyncrasies. To repeat, I was truly in love.

As Fickle As A Feather In A Stream

Then, Noelle did not show up atSteamy and Story. I had been working extra shifts, writing my blog. I was all consumed in myself. At first, I wasn't concerned.

I truly missed Noelle. Perhaps she was out of town, but for whatever reason she didn't tell me. Or she did and just didn't register. I had become immune to her need to keep some things private. After three days, I was concerned. I called her cell and left a few voicemail messages. Each time the phone rang but the call eventually went to voicemail. When I called, she immediately picked up. It's not like her not to return my calls.

Eventually, my calls went directly to voicemail. No ring at all. Each time, I still left a message. Then one day, I couldn't. Her mailbox was full.

AtSteamy and Story,I inquired with the staff if they had seen her. I even probed if they might know where she lived. Each time, they shook their heads no. They hadn't seen her, or, like me, they believed she lived in the neighborhood but had no idea where. Laura, the owner, expressed her concern, as well. If we went out, Noelle always paid cash.

Maybe she was mad at me or was avoiding me. I tried not to overthink everything.

Like me, Noelle didn't own a car. When we went out, we either walked, took cabs, or ride shared. Occasionally, we took public transit. On the rare occasions, if we needed a car, it was always me who rented it.

I was becoming obsessed. I 'Googled' Noelle G. Brooks. For some reason, I knew her middle name started with a G! Most of the time, there were no matches. If I found a match, the picture, the age, or the description never matched. Even a telephone number search came up empty.