Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Butterfly Spa

We had met by chance at a professional seminar. Ellen was the only other female in attendance at the seminar entitled "Correctly Analyzing Steel Futures: Evaluating the Impact of Weather on Far East Production". Ho hum. Being the only two females of the 30 or so other attendees we smiled at each other from afar and found ourselves seated next to each other for much of the conference.

Ellen Morneau was her name, and like myself, she worked for a securities investment house, she in NYC, and I, in Boston. She was petite, maybe 5'2", with short neat black hair, and skin pale as alabaster, which set off her startling dark brown eyes in contrast. She dressed well, a white silk blouse under a Jones New York black business suit, nails: perfect. Married for 6 years, she was 32, no children, and living in New Jersey.

We had a delightful two days together and I felt drawn to her, or maybe even stronger than that. I felt destined to be her friend. We had a lot in common, even beyond our similar careers. We found that we both liked to run, and swim, and preferred reading a good book over watching the latest sitcom.

Ellen spoke with fondness of her grandparents cabin on a secluded lake in West Virginia where she would spend her summer months basking in the quietude of sultry summer nights and of memories of sitting on the dock with her foot in the cooling water. I spoke of the quiet cold of the winter nights I spent at my parents ski lodge in Maine as a child. The bitter cold night air would close in around you making the fire in the fireplace the only source of warmth and light.

"Debbie, that sounds fantastic, although I'll take my Virginia warm nights over your Maine freeze- your-ass-off nights any day." We both laughed.

"You know Ellen, as I get older I dislike the cold more and more. Plus, I love to be outdoors running or swimming. I don't get up to Maine much anymore, plus with work and all, and Dan would like to start a family in the next year or two. Although, men make it sound like they are building a new shed when they talk about starting a family. They have no appreciation of what it is like for a woman to commit to that."

"I know what you mean. John and I just have too much going on in our careers to stop and take the break to commit to raising a family. Someday, just not now."

After spending two days together with Ellen I had to admit something to myself. I was sexually attracted to her. I'm no prude, and Dan, my husband, and I have a healthy and happy sex life. I wasn't concerned about my feelings, I felt that really they were just a healthy, natural feeling of attraction to someone you wanted to bond with. The feelings were the desire for the intimacy of friendship to be extended beyond that, to the more physical intimacy of sexual desire. I thought about what it would like to be with a woman, and more particularly Ellen, sexually, and thought that under the right circumstances, I would probably find it pretty fulfilling. But like my girlhood crushes on Tom Cruise, this fantasy was safe, because the circumstances would never present themselves. Or so I thought.

When the conference ended we exchanged emails, and hugs, and promised to stay in touch. From the feeling of an extra touch of pressure on the back when we hugged, I knew that she meant to stay in touch, and, in fact, we did.

Over the next 6 months we exchanged emails and chatted on Messenger online occasionally. Two or three times we spoke on the phone. The conversations were pleasant, delightful actually. I found myself missing her company, and I sensed she felt the same way. The bond we created at the conference remained and grew over the subsequent months and I soon found myself sending her small gifts, butterflies actually. She had remarked on a beautiful butterfly at the conference, and from that time forward whenever I was passing through the gift shops at whichever airport I had been flying through, I looked for anything with butterflies on it. Sometimes it was just a refrigerator magnet, other times a pen, but always a butterfly. Ellen was always delighted to receive them, and I would get an immediate email letting me know how much she enjoyed the gift.

And so 6 months became 8 months then 10 and our friendship grew. The sloe-eyed beauty had become my best friend. I told her everything, and shared my dreams, pain, and joy with her over those few months.

In early August, Ellen called me very excited to speak with me. "Deb, c'mon, my grandparents cabin by the lake, the one I told you about, is free next weekend. Let's hang out together and have a girls weekend, it's so quiet and secluded." My heart jumped. A weekend with Ellen sounded wonderful.

"God Ellen, that sounds fantastic, just us, sort of like a spa weekend for two."

"So can you come?" she was almost pleading.

"I'm in. Let's call it the Butterfly Spa Weekend. Wine allowed of course." I laughed.

"Oh yes,,,by the vat. I'm so glad you said yes. I really want to see you again." I let that hang in the air a few seconds, it sounded so nice.

"Just tell me when and where, girl."

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The weekend couldn't come fast enough. As the date grew nearer the weather reported that it would be a hot, muggy summer weekend. Perfect. I was looking forward to warm evening runs followed by a swim in the lake.

When I landed at the airport my body was trembling with excitement. I almost knocked the flight attendant out of the way as I made my way off the airplane. I saw her, or felt her, almost immediately as I entered the terminal. Ellen was on her tip-toes straining to see up the jetway, and I saw that expectant smile on her face, exactly as I had remembered it.

We threw our arms around each other. I could feel the warmth of her body through the sundress she had on. She felt so wonderful. I didn't want to break my hold on her. I wanted to feel her warmth against me, let the scent of her perfume fill my senses. This felt so right, to be hugging her. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

"Look at you," she smiled. "You look like you are ready for vacation." She beamed. I had worn my favorite wide-brimmed straw hat, and a simple taupe linen shift dress, snug at the hips, then slim down to my mid-calf. I am taller than Ellen, almost 5'8", and my shoulder length brown hair flowed out from my hat over the dress's spaghetti straps on my shoulders.

"I feel ready," I laughed, "for my vacation at the "Butterfly Spa." She laughed and we held hands as we walked out of the airport and into the warm, humid, West Virginia afternoon.

It was an hour's drive from the airport to the cabin, and we talked about the trip, and about how good it was to be together again. Mostly we kept saying how we couldn't believe we were together again for a few days, and how much fun it would be to get caught up. As she drove I kept looking over to her. I was really surprised how strongly I felt attracted to her physically after seeing her again. I think since I had gotten over the first shock of feeling sexually attracted to her, over the past few months I had grown more comfortable with it, or maybe that wasn't exactly the right way to put it. I think I had enjoyed thinking of her sexually as part of my own thoughts or fantasies. But now that I was with her again physically I was stunned how strongly I felt attracted to her.

I looked over at her as she drove, eyeing her delicate, yet strong fingers as they gripped the wheel of the car. Her eyes, those dark coal eyes, were lively, darting glances over the road, the horizon, and occasionally over to me. The skin on her face was perfect, almost creamy smooth, trailing down her neck. Her arms were toned. She worked out. I could see the curve of her breast through the arm-hole of her dress as she drove. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft flesh rose and fell enticingly as the car bounced over the country road. The yellow cotton dress was bunched at her hips leaving her legs exposed to the mid thigh. Her legs were spread, a foot on the gas pedal, and another against the door. She looked carefree, comfortable, and sexy.

"Are you even listening to me?" I looked at her puzzled.

"Oh my god, Ellen, I'm so sorry, I'm just so happy to be with you again." With that she looked at me and her smile radiated her inner happiness. Her hand came off the wheel and clutched mine in hers next to my thigh. We didn't say another word, just enjoyed the warm breezes coming through the windows.

The cabin was adorable. A small two-bedroom affair 100 feet from the water's edge; it was perfect in its seclusion. Coombskille Lake is small, and Ellen told me that there were only two other houses on the lake, clear around the point and out of sight. Ellen showed me my room, overlooking the west edge of the pond. Her room was larger, overlooking the lake, with large screened windows and a fan, slowly churning. The bathroom was amazing. The size of the bathroom was equal to my room. It had a large claw toed copper tub that dominated the center of the room. You could easily fit two, I thought to myself.

"I love it Ellen. This is really charming."

"Well, we'll enjoy it later, get ready, it's time for a run. Go get changed", and off she went. I squealed with delight, and tore my luggage open. I loosed the straps of my dress, letting if fall off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I pulled on a white jogging bra, and simple black lycra shorts. I stepped out onto the porch where I found Ellen already stretching. She smiled over at me, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. "We are going to have so much fun."

We never saw another person, or car out on the country roads as we ran. Ellen begged me to slow down at times, "Hey, my legs are shorter." I never did slow, and she never fell behind. We finished our 8 miles in the early evening heat of West Virginia. As we walked around the back of the cabin I looked at Ellen in her yellow jogging top, and matching yellow shorts. Her skin glistened with sweat, her muscular legs taut.

As we neared the pond, Ellen surprised me by reaching up and pulling her top up over her breasts and over her head. She looked at me as I stared slack-jawed at her breasts, perfect in their shape, and size I thought. They were full, and slightly up-turned at the olive colored nipple. She smiled, "Come on, let's go for a swim." It all seemed so natural for her as she slipped her shorts off and glided down the dock, diving into the dark waters of the lake with the grace and appearance of a swan, white against the black surface. She broke the surface in a long backstroke twenty-five feet from the dock. "Hey, c'mon, " she yelled back at me, "it's beautiful."

It was an awkward moment for me, but as I looked at her, the absolute wonder of here face, and the energy she exuded, I mentally relaxed and reached for the underside of my jogging bra. I pulled it over my head and looked out again at Ellen in the water. She was openly looking at me, smiling. "Whoo hoo, go girl." I had another moment of nervousness as I realized that she was not going to afford me any privacy by the courtesy of even looking away. She was still staring at me as I rolled my lycra shorts off my legs. I now stood only in my thong panties and the temptation to run into the bushes and hide was overwhelming. But as I looked over at Ellen I could see she wasn't embarrassed at all, and in fact was looking at me with what I thought was a look of expectation. I could easily leave the thong on and just dive off the dock and in, but Ellen hadn't done that. She was nude as moved languidly threw the water.

In one swift movement I removed my panties, and tossed them onto the pile of my clothes. I closed my eyes for a moment, encouraging myself to move with the confidence I didn't really have. I had nothing to be ashamed of in terms of my body. My breasts are a b-cup, which look a bit bigger on my lean frame, but even at 32 everything seemed to be holding firm. My belly was still flat, and the running kept my legs in shape.

Ten paces and a less-than-graceful dive later, I joined Ellen in the cool, clean water. It felt wonderful to be nude in the water. As I moved through the water I felt it envelop me. It was a natural feeling. I swam over to where Ellen was treading water and we smiled at each other. "Isn't this great Deb? It's so relaxing to be here with you."

"I didn't know how much I needed this until right now." I said. "I feel like I don't have a care in the world." I leaned back into a back-float and took a breath to float and look up at the sky. Immediately the water closed around me and I sank like a stone. I came up sputtering to the sound of Ellen laughing hysterically at me.

"You must be used to the ocean. Fresh water has less buoyancy then salt water. It's harder to float and stuff. Here, try again, I'll help you, but you have to take a bigger breath and really arch your back out." She moved in next to me and I could feel her hand on the small of my back. I took a deep breath again and arched my back out over the water. As I did, I could feel her hands at the small of my back, the top of my buttocks, and between my shoulder blades. She gently lifted me in the water until I was completely horizontal. I could feel the cool evening air on my breasts as they broke the surface of the water and remained exposed. I knew that my nipples must have become hard in the cool breeze and the thought of Ellen looking at them made my temperature rise slightly.

What really made it hard to hold my breath was the feeling of Ellen's fingers on my back. Her fingertips were applying the slightest of pressure at the top of my buttocks. Her other hand applied support between my shoulder blades. For three or four minutes I lay in her arms in the water, enjoying the sensation of the water and her hands holding me. At one point, as she was adjusting pressure to my bottom I felt my hips emerge from the water, and for a brief moment my pubis was exposed to the cool evening air. Intentional? Whenever I opened my eyes to look at Ellen, she was always looking at me with that same "nothing to hide" smile.

I exhaled my final breath and let myself slide beneath the warm surface of the water. I turned to Ellen and, quite unexpectedly, hugged her. "Thanks Ellen, that was so great." I could feel her tense initially and then relax in my embrace. I was conscious of our breasts touching, and our thighs as we hugged. I felt a heat in my chest. I was so attracted to her, which was fine, because I knew we wouldn't be sexual with each other. We were both straight and married. So it felt fine to be nude and hugging each other, because we were secure in our friendship. Right?

"Well, consider this your first hydrotherapy treatment for our spa weekend. Okay?" she said with that irrepressible energy.

"I can't wait for my next treatment." I said.

"Well, you don't have too. C'mon, grab your stuff, let's have a body scrub." I looked at her quizzically as she walked out of the water and gathered her things into her arms and proceeded to walk up to the cabin.

I hadn't noticed the latticework closet off to the side of the cabin. I could see now that it was an outdoor shower. Not the rustic single spigot, cold-water only affair I remember from my youth. This was a large space, surrounded by elegant woodwork and bordered by hanging flowers and vines on all sides. There were three large, circular showerheads suspended from the ceiling, which resembled a combination of an arbor and grape trellis. When Ellen turned the water on, the spray covered all of the leaves of the plants and the scent from the flowers was overpowering. It was breathtaking, like being in a garden in a warm summer rain.

"C'mon Deb, there's plenty of room." Ellen seemed completely unselfconscious of being with me naked, and her feeling was becoming contagious. I was losing my own inhibitions about being naked with her, as well as observing her nakedness. She stepped under the warm spray and I followed her. Letting the warm water cascade over my hair and down my body. After a moment or two Ellen moved to a small cabinet and removed a small milky colored container. "Sea salt scrub. Here, turn around." I turned my back to her and I soon felt here hands applying a sandpaper- like lotion to my back and shoulders. "It will remove all the city grime from us, " she laughed.

Her hands continued to apply the scrub to my shoulders, back, arms, and then my lower back. She didn't hesitate at all when she came to my buttocks. Her hands deftly moved over my buttocks and down to my thighs, calves and feet. After the initial application of the scrub her hands would vigorously rub the scrub into my skin. It felt like a liquid sandpaper on me, it felt wonderful. After she had finished with my feet she stepped in closer behind me, and I felt her hands come up to my neck. Again, she applied the scrub, and a bit more gentle rub. Her hands came down from the hollow of my neck, and then along my shoulder blades. I was beginning to wonder how far this was going to go, when I felt her hands gently slide down and spread the scrub over my breasts and nipples. My heart skipped a beat, and Ellen, whose breasts I could now feel gently pressed into my back, stopped.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should have asked first if you were comfortable with me applying the scrub like that. I wasn't even thinking."

"Oh c'mon Ellen, it's fine. With you, I'm not self-conscious." A lie. She didn't wait for me to finish another sentence before I felt her hands again on my breasts, massaging the scrub into them, and then down along my belly.

"Deb, you have an awesome body. I wish I were taller like you."

"Oh please, you keep in great shape. It's hard work for both of us."

"Okay, get under the water: rinse time." I stepped under the warm falling spray and I closed my eyes. Ellen's hands were on me again, rinsing away the salt scrub. Her hands ran lightly over my breasts, cupping each, gently lifting so he water would rinse away any scrub on the underside of my breast. I shuddered, but I don't think she noticed.

"You're turn." I said as I reached for the container of sea salt. I felt strange about what I was about to do, but I was feeling an openness, and exhilaration that I hadn't felt before. It didn't feel sexual to me, it felt liberating. My body was tingling from the intimacy of being with Ellen in a completely open way. It wasn't a charged sexual feeling at all, but more of an energizing feeling that comes with the realization of how full life can be.

As Ellen had done, I applied the sea-salt scrub to her back, rubbing it into her shoulders and down along the small of her back. I crouched and massaged another palm full of lotion into her bottom and the back of her thighs. I had to admit, I enjoyed touching her, the smoothness, the taut muscles of her thighs in contrast to the soft flesh of her bottom. I could have sworn I heard her moan slightly, but that was to be expected given the soothing feeling of the massage on her muscles.

I stood up and closed in behind her and began to massage her neck, and collar bone. Her head lolled back against my shoulder, and her body rested against me. My fingers worked down her neck, and then, as my heart pounded in my chest, over the tops of her breasts. It felt wonderful to touch her, and somehow, it felt "right". It felt totally natural to cover her breasts with my hands, my fingers playing over her nipples. My hands slipped to the undersides of her breasts and I cupped them, feeling their soft weight in my hands. For a moment I held her, and held her breasts, and then I realized what I was doing, and I assumed a clinical pose, and quickly finished rubbing her body with the sea salt scrub. I could have sworn that I heard her sharp intake of breath as I touched her. I quickly, and silently, rinsed her. As I washed her with warm water I couldn't help but notice the hardness of her nipples. They stood out like fingertips on her breasts, perhaps the water had stimulated them.

I had to get out of that shower. I was completely flushed, and admittedly aroused at this point. What was I doing? What was she doing? I turned quickly and grabbed a towel, covering myself and moving towards the back door. Ellen was quickly behind me, and I held the screen door open for her to let her follow. She did, smiling that innocent, open smile at me, seemingly oblivious to my panicked state. She passed by me with the towel wrapped around her waist, her breasts exposed and looking beautiful in their natural state. Ellen's comfort with her own nakedness made me feel embarrassingly naked.

"Let's fix some food, I'm starving." She headed to her room. "That was so good, I feel so refreshed now. Thank you so much."

"Ok, who is cooking tonight, anyway?"

"Let's do something easy together, something that goes with wine."

"Hmm,,,how about anything?" Ellen laughed.

"Okay by me."

In half an hour, I felt better, less awkward. I was in my element in the kitchen. I prepped some vegetables for grilling. There were fresh tomatoes from the market, and string beans, and a nice Pouilly Fuisse which I had opened and was beginning to take a sip of when I heard Ellen say, "Hey, wait for me for the toast." I looked up and smiled and my breath caught all at the same time. She emerged from her room in a white spaghetti- strapped tee-shirt, and short wrap around skirt. In a word, she glowed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I stumbled from my thoughts, "Oh yes,,fine, I love that skirt. You look beautiful."

She smiled, "Must have been the sea-salt scrub. It always makes my skin glow. She came up behind me and slipped her hands around my waist and hugged me. I could feel the contours of her body against me. "Thanks so much for coming. It feels nice to just get away with close friend."

I sighed, but my heart was pounding. "I know what you mean. I feel really free being with you." She squeezed me again, and poured herself a glass of wine.

The rest of the evening was a relaxing affair of tasty grilled vegetables, and two bottles of wine. We talked and talked, about life and love and work. Throughout the evening I couldn't help but stare at Ellen, and her body. At times, her nipples showed clearly through the thin material of her tee shirt, and my eyes were drawn to them time after time, seeing a sexy perfection in how they stood out from her chest. When we sat together too I spied those beautifully shaped legs under the wraparound skirt. Carelessly at times she sprawled on the couch completely unaware, or unselfconscious that I could see far up her thigh to the string on her hip of her yellow string bikinis.

The more wine I drank, the more aroused, or less inhibited I was becoming. At one point, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had on khaki shorts and a simple white blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. Why shouldn't I be as unselfconscious as Ellen? It was just us, why wear a bra. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see the darkness of my nipples through my shirt quite clearly, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind I knew it wasn't any desire for liberation that made me remove my bra, it was my conscious desire to be attractive, and to arouse Ellen.

I walked back to the living room, and Ellen was gone. "Hey, out here." I walked out on the screened porch. Ellen was sitting in a rope swing with two bottles of wine. The rope swing was sort of like a hammock and sort of like a chair that held two people. I squeezed in next to her laughing as we adjusted and shifted to both fit. Finally, nestled against each other in the chair, she handed me my fifth glass of wine. "Cheers."

I smiled back at her and touched my glass to hers. She looked at me for the longest time and I at her. Whether it was the wine or my deeply unstable feelings, I found myself frozen as she brought her face into mine slowly and placed her lips against mine. For a single moment, as I felt the tip of her tongue moisten my lips I was lost in the exquisite sensation of her touch. That sensation was filled with overwhelming anxiety and I pulled back, almost jumping back, in the process knocking Ellen's wine out of her hand. The glass shattered on the porch.

We both stood awkwardly, and in a moment the warm fuzziness created by 5 glasses of wine was becoming the beginnings of a stress headache. Ellen was immediately on her feet. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say." She had the frozen look of terror in her eyes. "I didn't mean anything, I just wanted to kiss you, it felt like the right thing to do. Can you ever forgive me?" I was completely unraveled. "No please, it's just that, I am not like that, and it came as a surprise. Please don't worry." I was having a hard time, my head was now pounding. "Come on let's get cleaned up, and get too bed."

"Not until you forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive, c'mon. You are the closest friend I have, I just wasn't expecting that."

Ellen was crying now. "I didn't bring you up here to do anything like that, you have to believe me. I've just had such a wonderful day and evening with you, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to kiss you."

It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world, that's what worried Debbie. For a moment she had tottered on the brink. What would have happened had she returned the passion of the kiss? Would they be undressing each other now? Her head was swimming.

"Ellen, c'mon, let's go to bed. I love you so much, and I will tomorrow too. We both need sleep."

It was an awkward and silent few moments while they cleaned up. The hug goodnight was cautious, but warm, and Debbie walked back to her room afterwards. Alone now with her thoughts she reflected on the events of the evening. My god what a kiss. The moment that she felt Ellen's lips on her own aroused a passion in her she had not felt in her life before that moment. She convinced herself that she had done the right thing by pulling back. Had that trickle of passion been allowed to flow, it would have turned into a torrent, and then a river, and then a tidal wave that would have smashed all inhibition.

Would that have been all that bad, she thought to herself. Why was she always holding back? Was it that she felt that allowing that passion to flow would somehow compromise her values? Or was it that she couldn't stand to lose control? She needed to understand everything first, be predictable, have measurable results. The messiness of uncontrolled passion was anathema to her. No, she was married, she didn't participate in deviant sexual practices. She had a marriage, a career, no complications, no mess, all controlled.

But that taste on her lips, that sensation of wet warmth, the smell of Ellen in her nose. Deb closed her eyes, and remembered the heat of the fire within her when Ellen had kissed her. It was a fire that had threatened to consume her. This was the moment in her life when she knew in her own heart that she would either maintain the order of her whole life, or give into the messy unknown of a passionate, unplanned, uncontrollable life, where nothing was certain, and all limitations had been removed. In the silent darkness a tear rolled out the corner of her eye, and then with resolve, she stood.

Debbie padded over to Ellen's room in the white blouse, and black panties that she had worn to bed. At Ellen's door she paused, but only for a moment. If she waited and thought about what she was about to do, she might never enter this new world. She pushed open the door to Ellen's room. She saw Ellen turn as the light from the living room came through as the door opened. Deb saw the red circles under Ellen's eyes as in the light. She quickly closed the door returning the room to the silvery moonlight.

"I'm so sorry Deb, I completely understand if you want to leave. I can arrange a ,,," Deb stopped Ellen by placing a fingertip over her lips. Deb stood for a moment, looking at Ellen. She was here, and the moment was now, and she began to feel the flames begin burn up in her. As she looked down at Ellen's questioning face, Debbie began to slowly unbutton the white blouse she was wearing. She slipped it off of her shoulders stood naked but for her panties. Ellen looked at Deb, and then at her breasts, illuminated in the moonlight. Deb hooked her thumbs into her panties and eased them off her hips, over her thighs, and then off her ankles. Now she stood completely naked in the moonlight next to Ellen's bed, and the flames of heat begin to grow within her.

Deb leaned forward and pulled back the covers from Ellen's body. Ellen had on the white tee shirt from dinner, and the yellow bikini panties. Debbie reached for the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up over Ellen's head. And then, without hesitation, she reached for the panties, and eased them off of Ellen's hips, legs and feet. They stared at each other for at least a minute, in complete silence. Finally, Ellen broke the silence, "Are you sure?"

In response I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, tracing them with my tongue. My hand came up and cupped her breast, my thumb caressing her hardening nipple. Ellen had been right, there was something "natural" about this. Ellen fell back on the pillow as I continued to kiss her. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and back. I nibbled at her neck, reveling in the soft smooth skin in the hollow of her neck. As I continued to kiss and move downward I tasted the fullness of the tops of her breasts. The fire in me was now a burning blaze. I could not control my desire anymore. I wanted to kiss Ellen all over, and to make here feel the heat I was feeling. I traced my tongue over her right breast until I could sense the change in texture. I licked over her hardened nipple. It felt wonderful on my tongue. I had the immediate self-gratification of knowing that Ellen was aroused. I could taste it in her hard nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and felt Ellen shudder beneath me. I thought I heard her cry out as well, but the blood was pounding in my ears, and the only thing I was sure of was the wonderful sensation of Ellen's nipple in my mouth. I moved to her other breast, tracing my tongue along its underside and then up to the turgid nipple, pink and budding with desire as my mouth closed on it, and began to gently suck. Again I felt Ellen shudder beneath me, and this time I was sure I heard her call out. The fire now blazed out of control inside of me, an inferno of passion. I heard myself call out as I ran the flat of my tongue over Ellen's nipple and heard her utter a deep primitive guttural sound of animal passion.

Ellen rolled me onto my back, she was moving wildly now, like a tigress over her squirming victim. She hungrily attacked my mouth with her lips, her whole body shaking against mine. Her hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples. I arched my back, trying to push myself against her. An electrical charge exploded within me as I felt her mouth close over my nipple. She didn't kiss it, she ravaged it, alternating between a gentle caress with her tongue and a passionate suckling of my nipple. I looked down at her to see her tongue swirling over my nipple, and now I felt my own body shudder uncontrollably against her. She looked at me and smiled as her mouth swallowed my nipple, aureole and my surrounding area of my breast.

My whole body was on fire, but I jumped when I felt Ellen's finger against my sex. My mouth opened, as if to protest, but any protest evaporated as soon as I felt Ellen's finger trace along the outer lips of my sex. It was my last barrier, my last moment to step back, but whatever thoughts or hesitations I had resolved themselves and I found myself opening my legs to her touch. Ellen's fingertip slid slowly along my outer lips. I had not realized until that moment how aroused I had been, but I could tell from Ellen's touch that I was absolutely soaked with desire. Her finger slid into me easily, and my fingers closed in a death grip around her arms as I felt her touch inside of me, caressing my sex with first one finger, and then two. Her thumb rubbed over my clitoris, and immediately the tidal wave broke over me. It felt as if my whole body had turned inside out as my unexpected orgasm exploded within me. My body shuddered uncontrollably against Ellen, my legs clamping her hand within me, spasming against her for a full two minutes.

Ellen held me close as I came and continued to massage me and caress my sex. As the spasms began to subside I felt a warmth settle over me and envelop my sex. I could barely open my eyes, but as I did, I could see the source of these new sensations. Ellen was between my legs and her tongue covered my sex with wet warmth. The sensation of her tongue tracing over my sex sent my hips involuntarily quivering. My clitoris felt like an open raw nerve of pleasure as she sucked it between her lips, gently tugging at it's fleshy hood. I looked down at her and met her eyes, and I saw the absolute desire in them as she traced the tip of her tongue over my sex. With a life of their own, my legs parted for her, and I saw my hips thrusting up to her tongue. With her fingers she gently parted my outer lips and I felt her tongue slide inside of me, caressing me, penetrating me. Again, I felt the waves of pleasure gather strength from in my loins, rising up from deep within me beginning as vibrations deep within me and growing to spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. The pleasure was so intense I felt my body shuddering against Ellen's mouth.

I collapsed in tears of pleasure, the spasms again becoming ripples, and then vibrations deep within me. Ellen laid her head on my abdomen, caressing my sides. I could feel the softness of her breasts between my spread legs. My sex was absolutely soaked, and I could feel the cooling wetness on her breasts. I pulled her up to me, on top of me, looking into her eyes. I saw love, and desire, and still that glorious smile. I pulled her to me, hungrily kissing her moist lips, realizing in that instant that the moisture was my desire, my taste, on her lips. I moaned as I tasted my own sharp musky taste in her mouth and on her tongue.

I kissed down her neck and she moved over me, straddling my hips. Her perfect breasts hung over my face and as Ellen put her hands on the wall above the headboard I traced my tongue along the undersides of her breasts. Again, I tasted myself on her breasts; they were coated from her lying between my legs. I sucked her left nipple and then her right into my mouth. Ellen was now moaning continuously and moving herself back and forth over me so her breasts and olive colored nipples moved over my searching mouth. My saliva soon covered her breasts and she continued to sway above me. I kissed the undersides of her breasts, tracing my tongue along her ribs. My mind was on fire. I knew where this was leading and I felt unable to do anything but feed the desire building in me; the desire to love completely, to withhold no part of myself from Ellen.

Ellen moaned and moved onto her knees above me. I could hear her panting, whimpering, her hips beginning to undulate inches from my face. My hands were on her thighs which were spread wide on each side above my face. I looked up directly between her legs, and saw her pink lips glistening in the moonlight above me. They looked like a wonderful flower to me, in a way I had never imagined. I could see the pulsing between her legs, smell the fragrance of her sex. In that moment I fully appreciated the beauty of womanhood, the fruit of all desire and pleasure.

I closed my eyes, pulled Ellen's thighs gently towards me, and placed my tongue against the lips of her sex, at once tasting her uniqueness, her desire, her lust, her beauty. Ellen muffled a scream, but could not control her hips as they thrust against my mouth. My tongue slipped between her lips and inside of her very being. The tip of my tongue slid over her and flicked the bud of her clitoris back and forth before sucking it gently inside of her mouth. My god, the vagina is made for a mouth, I thought.

My tongue hungrily lapped, sucked, and nipped at her every nerve. Ellen was now gyrating her hips into my mouth, and I could sense her beginning to lose control. Her hand slipped down off the headboard to the back of my head and pulled me into her depths. Her juices covered my lips, cheek and nose. I was loving the fact that I was making Ellen feel as good as she made me feel. In that moment I lived only to give pleasure to her.

As if reading my mind I felt Ellen begin to tremble. First her thighs, then her hips, and then finally her shoulders began to shudder. My lips never left her sex, and I could feel her clitoris swelling in my mouth. I heard her cry out, and felt her pulsing against my lips. I tasted something else as well, something different in that moment, sweet, and sharp, and warm. I held her as she continued to tremble and then finally collapse back onto me, her hips resting on my stomach, her arms around my neck, and her head in the pillow beside me, crying and trembling.

I knew what she was feeling, and I held her, caressed her. She nestled in next to me with her head on my shoulder, her arm across my stomach, resting on my hip. And we lay like that in the moonlight, crying, holding each other, wrapped in nothing but the cool evening air, with the sound of cicadas coming from the woods.

Soon Ellen's crying ceased and became instead the steady breathing of sleep. I looked down at her, her naked skin pale in the moonlight. My god, I thought, what have we done? Ellen stirred a moment, and I felt her cheek against my breast. Yes, my darling, what have we done?

I drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Seduction of Kathy

I am a 36-year-old married bisexual woman. I have been attracted to women for as long as I can remember. I would like to tell you about my first real love affair with a woman.

When I was, 15, I had a crush on my girlfriend who was 17. I thought about her and thought about kissing her, constantly. One afternoon I asked her, if she would show me how to kiss so that I would know better how to kiss a boy. She reluctantly agreed.

I put my arms around her and held her close. Our lips touched. It was very exciting for me. My lips parted and I stared to probe her mouth with my tongue. At the same time, I squeezed her butt and my hand started to explore under her dress. She freaked out and left. We never talked about it, again. However I thought about it many times, over the next few years.

I lost my virginity to a boy, when I was 17. It was a little painful and not very fulfilling. I found myself growing more and more interested in women. In fact, every time I pleasured myself I would fantasize about making love with another woman. (And still do.) I lusted after the women in "Cosmo" and other women's magazines. I didn't have the opportunity to act on my desires for many years.

When I was 22 and in college, I had a very strong crush on my math teacher, Ms. Julie Smith. She was tall, about 5'9" short brown hair, deep brown eyes, very athletic, with full pouty lips and firm small breasts and a gorgeous ass. It was rumored that she was a lesbian.

I tried flirting with her every way I knew how. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled every chance I got. I let my skirt hike up and crossed my legs provocatively. I wore tight sweaters and tight jeans. Sometimes, I would come to class without a bra, showing cleavage. NOTHING seemed to work. I sort of gave up on it. I passed the class with an A minus.

Just before the start of the next semester, I met Ms. Smith walking across the campus. She smiled and walked over to me and said, "Hi Kathy." She put out her hand to shake mine and our eyes met. This time there was a spark of desire and recognition as she squeezed my hand. She asked me if I would like to go to a small dinner party that she was having the following Friday. I told her I would love to!

All week, I was in heaven but, worried about what to wear. I chose a long black tight skirt with a white silk blouse. A small gold pendent accentuation my cleavage slightly. (I am 34C) I put on my favorite perfume, Maha.

When, I arrived at her home at 6:30, there were already two couples there. All women. One was an obvious butch lesbian with a very fem girl friend. The other two women were older and had been living together for along time. A short time later another couple arrived both were young and very attractive women, recent college grads. They came holding hands and during most of the evening couldn't seem to keep there hands off of each other.

I was very nervous early in the evening but, after a few glasses of wine, I felt very comfortable with these women. They were very nice, although I did sense a lot of sexual energy in the room. We talked about music, the theater and politics.

Julie cooked a delicious dinner. She asked, "Who wants dessert?"

Joey, the butch lesbian giggled and said, "I think, Julie wants Kathy for dessert."

I blushed and Julie got a little upset.

Soon, we finished dessert and coffee. As we walked into the living room, I noticed the two young women kissing passionatly in the kitchen. It looked very sensual and erotic.

In about an hour, the women left and Julie and I where alone.

Julie said, "Come hear and sit with me on the sofa Kathy." She patted the sofa next to her. When I sat down, she immediatley took my face in her hands and kissed me fully and warmly on the lips.

She said, "I've wanted to do that from the first moment you walked into my class. You used to drive me wild with desire but, I have a rule not to date any of my students." Then, she kissed me again more passionatly.

I melted into her arms. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth as her hands started to explore my body.

"Kathy, I am in love with you. I want to give you pleasure as only one woman can give another."

Julie took my hand and lead me into the bedroom. As we entered the bedroom, she turned to me and we kissed again. This time she held me close and thrust her hips into me and squeezed my butt playfully. We stood there kissing and swaying slightly.

Julie whispered, "Let's get more comfortable." Then, she started to undress.

I slowly removed my clothes as I stared at her. She had a fantastic body, a small waist and perky breasts with dark aereolas. Her mound was shaved. I had never seen a woman with a shaved pussy before.

Julie gasped and said "Kathy, you are gorgeous!" She took me into her arms.

I felt her soft skin and firm body press to me as we kissed. I became delirious with passion.

Julie took my breasts and cupped them in her hands looking at them lovingly. She leaned down and kissed first one then the other. She concentrated on one nipple sucking it slowly into her mouth while her hand caressed my mound. Her finger found my clit. She touched and rubbed it, while she sucked my nipple. It was like an electric shock! My knees almost buckled as I shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

Julie stepped back and tasted her fingers. "Delicious Kathy... and you are my dessert." She gently pushed me back on to the bed.

We kissed and I felt her fingers enter my vagina. I pushed my hips into her hand letting her "fuck me" with her hand and fingers as we kissed. Her head moved slowly down my body, her tongue drawing wet circles on my stomach.

I looked down and saw her head lovingly between my legs. I felt her gently suck one of my labia lips then the other. Her tongue darted in an out of my vagina. She licked and sucked my clit hungraly. I started writhing and squirming under her. I was panting and moaning very loud. I felt her middle finger enter my vaginal canal and she stroked the inner front wall of my vagina sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. (I later discovered this was my "G" spot.) Her mouth found my clit at the same time and she licked and sucked. I screamed as I had a mind blowing orgasm. I took her head and ground my pussy into her willing mouth. My breath was coming in panting gasps.

"How can I please you Julie!!!" I asked her.

"You just did my dear. This night is for you. It gives me great pleasure to love you like this."

We kissed and cuddled for awhile. I touched her soft smooth wet pussy. I loved the feel. She put a pillow under my butt and spread my legs wide. She mounted me, her clit touching mine. She started to grind into me, her hips thrusting, our labia and clits rubbing against each other. She was fucking me! She kissed me almost frantically just before she climaxed!

Julie moaned "I love you, I love you, I love you." This triggered another mind numbing orgasm for me. I wraped my legs around her as we basked in the warm glow of post sex. She whispered into my ear, "I love you Kathy." Afterward, she held me close and we drifted into a peaceful sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I was a little disoriented. I reached over and touched her, my lover. She turned over with her back to me her butt snuggled against me spoon like. I wanted so much to kiss her pussy.

I reached around and cupped her breast and caressed and played with her nipple until it became firm. I stroked her thigh. She snuggled closer her legs parting. My hand caressed her warm smooth pussy. I loved the feel of her. I inserted a finger between her labia lips and explored. She started to breathe faster. My finger found her clit as she shuddered. I wanted so much to kiss her there, to taste my lover.

I moved myself between her thighs and gently kissed her labia. I loved the feel of her soft warm labial lips. I parted them with my fingers and licked them, slowly. They became slippery with her love juices. I sucked each one into my mouth as she had done to me earlier. She tasted musky. I learned to love that taste. She started to moan. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit. Her thighs trembled.

Julie whispered "Kathy, turn around and get on top of me. I want us to cum together."

As I turned around and lowered my pussy to her face, we were in the classic "69" position. I instantly resumed my kissing, licking and sucking at her sex. I felt her hands on my butt cheeks, pulling me to her mouth. We both sucked hungrily and lovingly on each others clits until we both had a very strong orgasm almost together. We cuddled together this way for along time, lovingly kissing and licking each other. I felt very natural and really enjoyed making love with this woman.

The above was the beginning of a 6 months relationship. Julie was a fantastic lover, who taught me about love and sex between two women. We went to lesbian bars, the theater and movies together. The relationship ended badly. She became insanely jealous and possessive.

I went a little crazy for the next year and became very promiscuous with both, men and women. I finally settled down and eventually dated only men. (I think I was in denial) I have been married for 7 years now. I have had one two-year affair with a married girl friend but, that is another story.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Susan and Priscilla

You guys know me from before, my name is Susan and I have a roommate that her name is Carmen, you know that we have had very good times together but I am the star in this story and she doesn't even know this happened, if she knew, she would feel jealous, so don't tell her.

Carmen had left on a business trip and the day before I gave her a super farewell intimate party, we ate pussy like crazy and she couldn't even wake up from bed the next day, that's how tired I got her!!

The very next day Carmen left a beautiful brunette with blue eyes and shapely body knocked on my door. I was naked playing with my vibrator and when I went to the door and saw that beauty I put on a very sexy nightgown, although it was like 2:00pm.

I opened my door and asked her how I could help her and she told me that she was Priscilla, the new neighbor and wanted to introduce herself to all the neighbors. I looked at her from top to bottom and I told her, oh, hi, my name is Susan and I also have a roommate who's on a business trip and her name is Carmen. But you'll meet her later. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, I asked. She looked at me and said, no, I guess I woke you up; I don't want to be inconsiderate.

I said, girl, no, I'm in these clothes because that's the way I like to dress at home. By the way let me tell you that she had on a very long skirt and a long sleeved super covered blouse, but she looked fantastic with her small but firm breasts and her tiny waist and big and rounded but. So she said, it's ok, I'll take a tea instead, and do you have tea? I said, yes don't worry come in.

She came in and we sat in the kitchen meanwhile I was preparing the tea. We talked about everything and soon enough we discovered that we had a lot of things in common. I also noticed that she was a very smart and educated girl. Knowing that she was educated and smart made me even more aroused, but I couldn't figure out what her preferences were.

But, surprise!! She kept looking at my body and I started getting suspicious. I asked her, do you have a boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriend or what? She said, I'm single and want to keep single. Men have been so terrible to me that I don't want them around ever!!! I understand, I said, women are more comprehensive and caring, have you tried a lesbian relationship? Oh no, I'm homophobic!!! I don't want to have anything to do with lesbians!!!

I said, oh well, that's your decision and I respect it. Why you ask? Are you a lesbian? I said, no, no, I was just asking. Then we kept chatting for a few more hours and we even cooked dinner together. I really like this bitch, but she is denial of her sexuality, she must like me because I have caught her staring at me several times, I thought to myself.

So how do you fulfill your sexual needs? I asked her. And she said, I don't, I'm just dry inside. Bitch if I do to you what I know, you' won't think you're dry, I thought. Anybody is dry inside, is just that you haven't found the right person for you and that's it I said. She said, maybe, but I'm not interested in looking.

Just by looking at her I was getting hotter and hotter. The way she talked, laughed and moved was making me go crazy and I had to have her pussy in my lips. I said, would you like to move from the kitchen to my bedroom/living room? We are going to be more comfortable there. She said, ok, and so we did. But it wasn't a good idea for me because the bed, my passion, and Priscilla. I was going wild inside!!!

She kept talking and started saying that she felt so empty and alone and that she really need it someone to love her. She started telling me her stories with men and started crying I hugged her and she told me that she was feeling tired that she'd better go back home. Then I told her, why don't you sleep here, this is a futon and you can easily sleep here, I'll fix it for you so you won't feel so alone.

I think I found my best friend in you, you're so kind. Ok I'll sleep here but just if you let me fix breakfast for you tomorrow, Priscilla asked. Deal, I said. But little she know that I had my second thoughts about her sleeping there and I didn't care what happened as a consequences of what I was going to do.



I fixed her the bed and she came back from her house dressed in sleepwear, long pajamas and all the deal, but she still looked sexy to me and I wanted her!!! She went to bed and I told her I was going to watch television for a while. But what I really wanted was for her to fall asleep completely so I could go on with my plan.

Finally, like almost midnight she falls soundly asleep. I woke up from bed and went to the drawer and got the hand-coughs. I also went to the kitchen and got some wide tape. I went to my secret hideout and got my strap-on vibrator and went back to the room.

When I got back to the room, I locked her hands and feet to the bed. She woke up and asked me what was going on, and I told her that I was going to gave her some lessons that she was never going to forget. She started talking loud asking me to unlock her, and that excited me even more.

Listen if you don't shut the fuck up bitch I will have to put this tape over your beautiful lips and I don't want to. She started yelling and asking what I was going to do to her. I said, enough, tape for you sweetie, and I covered her mouth with tape. Then I ripped her clothes off of her and got even more excited with what I saw. She had the biggest pussy I've ever seen and it was going to be all for me, I thought. I made a strip tease for her and went straight to nibble on her tits. They were so sweet and wonderful I was cumin just by sucking on them. Then I kept kissing her all over until I got to her pussy.

I started to pass my tongue on her shaved pussy all around her clit but without touching it. Sweetly and softly I was biting, licking, nibbling on it and she was screaming with her mouth closed. I finally started eating her clit and tonguing her in and out and she got very excited, she was about to cum, before she came, I put on my strap on vibrator and started penetrating her.

She was so wet that we didn't need lubricant for her. I finished my job and I took the tape out of he mouth and she had a shy smile on her face. She told me, I disguised you!!! I told you that story of me being homophobic and you'd fall for it. It made you feel really excited didn't it?

What you're talking about? I asked. I am saying that I've been a lesbian for 10 years now and I disguised you!!!! I made up that entire story to see if I could get you excited, and it worked!!! Priscilla told me. I don't object of telling you that lie, because it has been the most amazing sex I've ever had!!!

I've been thinking about doing this since I saw you the other day coming from the park with your tight biker shorts and short tank top. You looked so amazing that I said that you had to be for me.

Is your roommate a lesbian? Priscilla asked. We are both bisexual and we've been having a secret affair ever since we discovered it, I answered. Good, maybe we can have a lot of fun the three of us or maybe you want to keep this our little secret, Priscilla whispered in my ear.

I said, ok, we'll keep it a secret, but now that I know you're a lesbian, you're going to eat my pussy as well or better than I did my little whore. We fucked for the rest of the night; I don't know what I'm going to do when Carmen gets back!!

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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Lauren and Deanna

Lauren was a 45-year-old single woman. She was single by choice and not by lack of attention. There were suitors but, she just hadn't found that one, that special person that she had in mind. Sometimes, she wondered if perhaps her standards and expectations were too high. Maybe, although, she doubted that strongly. Her person was out there. She would know it, when they met. Until then, there was no need to get involved with someone for the sake of not being alone. What good could come of that? If she did that, she would not be honest with her lover or herself.

She considered herself to be modestly pretty. Lauren had never been the type to go on about her looks, although she was attractive. She had a nice curvaceous form that managed to catch a pair of observant eyes even now. Her presence and overall charisma allowed her a ten-year-leeway, when it came to her age. Very few people perceived her to be her factual age. There might even have been a few who had thought that our dear Lauren had stumbled upon the fountain of youth by the bounce that she could have in her step on any given day.

She stood quietly inside a bookstore in the openly gay part of town, doing her best to choose from the books before her. Lauren raked her fingers through her long black hair, brushing the full curls from her eyes. She ignored the faint rustle of her blue jacket, taking more interest in the woman, who had just entered the bookstore. Her brown eyes tried not to stare but, the beautiful smile that the young woman greeted the employees at the front entrance with was hard to look away from. She shyly dipped her head as the woman came closer. Her hands slipped within the pockets of her jeans while she inwardly commanded her thoughts to focus once more on the task of selecting a book to read.

When Lauren's peripheral vision captured the petite young woman, she allowed her mind to take inventory. If she didn't say hello, she might as well have fodder for fantasy while within her bed tonight.

Lauren noticed that the woman was shorter than she was. She guessed that the woman was around 5'3. Of course, that was her true height without those black heeled boots that were adding a nice little touch to those faded jeans which fitted much too nicely to the woman legs.

"And more importantly," Lauren thought, "her ass."

The feeling of her lips upturned at the site of those jeans filled so wonderfully made Lauren begin blushing just a bit. She continued her surreptitious gaze, despite it.

The slope of the young woman's backside met a strong back, rising upward still, to delicate shoulders and a long neck which held a patient oval face. Shoulder-length mahogany hair bordered, dangerously close to black. Only the light reflecting from the lighting above revealed its true color by glinting off the reddish hue hidden at first glance.

Lauren held her breath as the caramel-skinned woman shrugged out of her black leather jacket, then crouched down to look at the lower shelves. It was then that she too felt a bit warm in this store. Her gaze feasted on the full breasts being housed upon that petite form. The gray turtle-necked sweater that had been hidden beneath the jacket molded perfectly to this young woman's upper body. If she were to guess, Lauren would say that this woman was in her mid-twenties.

With a sudden jerk, the young woman stood up. She scooped her jacket from where she had rested it on the floor then began walking toward Lauren.

Lauren tensed as the woman came closer. She debated saying a quick, greeting but, found herself worrying about other things as a bookstore employee came up the aisle from the other side. She was about to be surrounded within a few moments. With this guy coming, she doubted very much that she would have the opportunity to speak with this intriguing young woman.

"Ma'am," the young man said with a smile. "Is there anything that I can help you find?"

"Um, Actually," Lauren stammered. "I want— "

"Excuse me," the young woman smirked. She gently eased her way through the crowded aisle brushing seductively against Lauren in passing.

Lauren swallowed the arousal rising within her throat at the brush and more importantly the knowing smile, that accompanied it. Her eyes followed the woman down the aisle and around to the other side. The aisles were all short enough for her to clearly see over. She wondered if the woman had stopped directly in front of her on purpose, granting her the chance to study her once more only this time from behind.

The young man chuckled softly under his breath. "I'd say, you know what you are looking for, today. Let us know if we can um... help."

Laughing at herself for being caught in her admiration, Lauren promised to find him if she needed help with... a book. For several minutes after he left, she did try very hard to ignore the woman standing in front of her view. When she witnessed the woman bending over in a way that showcased her heart-shaped behind, she finally gave up all attempts at ignoring what clearly did not want to be ignored.

Leaning forward, Lauren crossed her arms, resting them along the top of the book while using them as a pillow for her chin. "So are you doing that on purpose?" she asked with a genuine smile.

The young woman reached out for a book and then stopped with the question given to her. Long, delicate fingers rested along the spine of the book as she answered. "Doing what, Love?"

Lauren laughed. "Tormenting me."

"Is that what I'm doing?"

"Something tells me that you know exactly what you are doing."

Turning to face Lauren, the young woman smiled. She placed her hands above her head, simulating a halo.

"Yeah, right!" Lauren giggled. "I don't believe that for a minute!" Those deep brown eyes were much too mischievous to belong to any angel.

Full lips allowed a feigned gasp of shock to fill the air. "Lovely, you have offended my Spanish honor," she teased.

"We can't have that," Lauren chuckled. "Can we?"

"No, we cannot."

"So what do you want to do about it?"

The young woman smiled devilishly. Just as she was about to speak, another employee approached.

The twenty-something blonde smiled happily. "How are you, today, ladies? Is there anything that I could help you with?"

Lauren would have liked to tell her that she could really help her by notifying the entire staff to leave her alone with this woman so that she could possibly see where this bit of chemistry might lead but, opted to let her new friend handle it.

"Actually, I think we are doing pretty well on our own," the caramel-skinned woman said. She exchanged glances with Lauren which seemed to be asking, "Aren't we?"

Nodding, Lauren said, "Yes, we're doing just fine."

The blonde looked from one woman to the other wondering what she was missing. She stared at the women for a long moment, wondering if they were really looking for a book at all. When they began looking through the sections in front of them, she sighed. Then, she left the women to continue whatever she had obviously interrupted.

Lauren closed the book that she had been absently thumbing through while waiting for the curious blonde to leave. She looked up to see her new friend standing once again with her back to her. There was this slight fear that whatever they had been working toward was lost with the sudden interruption. This silence now was certainly a bit awkward. Her brown eyes studied the slight fidgeting from the younger woman on the other aisle.

Lauren smiled happily as the woman turned around and said, "Um, that shelf is kind of high. . . I would ask one of the salespeople but, they seem. . . kind of busy."

The salespeople were all bored witless. If this woman had, even, looked their' direction, one might have come running. Lauren decided to play along with this little ruse, if it meant that she would learn more about this woman. She walked around to the next aisle. Moving to stand directly behind the petite woman, she pressed herself subtly against her. She reached upward, taking down the book that the young woman had pointed to.

"What's your name?" Lauren whispered into a delicate ear. As the woman beside her turned through the pages, she looked over her shoulder, pretending to take interest in the book as a few bookstore employees glanced their way.

"My name's Deanna. What's yours?"

Lauren let the name sink into her every fiber before answering. "I'm Lauren."

"Lauren?"

"Yes?" Lauren felt her heart racing within her breast.

Leaning closer, Deanna asked, "Why are we whispering?"

Lauren smiled against Deanna's ear. "Would you believe it is because we are inside a bookstore and should be quiet?" she joked.

"Nope. Besides, that rule is for the library."

"No, I think that one goes for bookstores, too."

Deanna laughed softly. She was enjoying her playful banter with Lauren. In a show of affection, she gently nudged the woman beside her. "So how's the coffee in this place?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low but, not quite a whisper.

"Oh, it's great if you enjoy drinking crude oil." Lauren felt her heart swell with the sound of Deanna's laughter.

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, it's awful. I once saw this poor woman wheeled out of here after eating a muffin which had been in their display for a month."

Deanna arched her eyebrow with a smirk. "You're tweaking my nips."

Lauren sighed as her imagination thought of her reenacting those words. She would love to do anything for this woman especially playing or teasing at her nipples. "Ok, so maybe it wasn't quite a month," she admitted.

"Mm-hmm."

"It was more like two weeks but, still— "

Once again Deanna's laughter warmed her soul. Lauren smiled broadly. "There is a nice little coffee shop a few stores down."

Deanna smirked. She pointed over her shoulder to the area which Lauren had been struggling to select a book. "Ok, I'll grab us, a table, while you decide on a book."

Nodding Lauren hurried to return to the books which had been holding her interest. She stopped in mid-stride. "Hey, what about you? Didn't you want to get a book?"

Beginning to walk away, Deanna shook her head. "No."

"Then what are you doing, here?"

Deanna chuckled. "My friend works up here. I was just wondering if she was working. She isn't so I was just— " She bit playfully at her bottom lip. "Uh, browsing." She winked with a flirtatious wave. "See ya, soon."

Lauren stood staring after Deanna with a smile on her face. "Browsing, huh," she thought.

It didn't take long at all for Lauren to leave the bookstore and walk down to the coffee shop on the corner. Before she had even arrived at the shop, the scent of freshly brewed coffee tempted those walking by. She entered the warmth of the shop, feeling it vanquish the slight autumn chill. The woman sitting patiently at the corner table caught her eye.

Lauren approached with a smile as she observed the way that the sun filtered in on those nearby the floor to ceiling windows. It seemed to give all those people a warm glow. Deanna looking away from the window to greet her with a warm smile sent her heart skipping just a bit.

"Hey," she said, taking a seat opposite the young woman.

"Hi, love." Deanna looked down at the bag which Lauren was setting near her feet. "What did you wind up getting?"

Lauren smiled shyly. "I couldn't decide and wanted to hurry and meet you here so I just bought them both."

Deanna laughed as Lauren continued.

"Hey, I know better than to keep a beautiful woman waiting. It's bad manners."

Nodding, Deanna tried to keep a straight face but, her mischievous smirk seeped through. "We can't have that. Can we?"

"No, we can't." Lauren rested her chin in her hand, curling her fingers just under her lips. Her smile showed through her delicate fingers. She tilted her head just slightly while her brown eyes studied the woman looking out the windows once again.

There was a lengthy silence but, Lauren found that despite it, she was not awkward in the least. It was nice to simply be in each other's presence. In fact, it was quite nice. The soft sound of Deanna's voice broke that silence gently.

"Someone wishes to get your attention, lovely."

"Hmm," Lauren asked as if waking from a daze. She frowned then looked curiously around the coffee shop.

Janet, the woman behind the counter had been trying to wave her attention since she had joined Deanna at her table. She sighed in obvious relief that Lauren had finally noticed her. Silently, she mouthed the words, "Who's she?"

Lauren smiled, then shrugged which tormented her friend to no end before looking back to Deanna. "How did you know?"

"Eyes in the back of my head," Deanna joked. Her finger pointed to the reflective surface of the windows which allowed her to see everything taking place behind her. Even the sandy-blonde making her way to their table.

Lauren turned her head to see, Janet making her way to their table. She frowned in wonder. It was not the shop's policy to wait on customers like this. You ordered up front. So why, she wondered, was Janet asking them what they would like today?

Deanna smiled as she faced the woman waiting expectantly to hear her answer. "Bottled water, I guess."

Janet placed her hand on her hips. "Aw, come on. This is a coffee shop. What's your fix? Cappuccino, Café Latté, Frappuccino. . . I could keep going, you know?"

Laughing, Deanna nodded. "I'm sure you could, love. I just don't drink coffee."

Lauren and Janet looked at Deanna as though she had just spoken in a foreign language.

Janet motioned for Deanna to keep it down. "What are ya trying to do? Put us out of business." She smiled warmly. "How about hot chocolate then?"

Deanna nodded. "That I can do."

"Alright, one hot chocolate and the usual coming up," Janet announced happily.

"She has a usual?" Deanna asked with a smirk.

"Yep." Janet looked to her friend. "She's gotten the same thing for as long as I've been working here. Lauren always has a café au lait. " She patted Lauren's shoulder lightly. "I'll be right back with your drinks."

Deanna nodded before looking away to the windows.

Lauren blushed hotly as Janet made the "ok" sign with her hand and silently mouthed the word, "Nice." She was certain that Deanna could see Janet's every move. This theory was proven correct by the fact that she saw the corners of Deanna's mouth curl upward shortly after Janet's little declaration of approval.

Once they were alone, Lauren leaned forward. "Sorry about that, babe."

Deanna turned back to Lauren, who was looking at her with such genuine affection in her eyes. "Oh, that's okay. She's just being protective of you."

"She was being nosey not protective."

"She just wanted to know who you were with. It speaks very highly of you."

"How so?"

"That she cares about whom you are spending your time with, means she thinks a great deal about you and wants her friend happy. Which in turn, gives me reason to believe that there is a lot to think highly of."

Lauren felt this wonderful sense of comfort for the duration of their conversation. It was odd, to her, how easily, she seemed to just be at ease with Deanna. She did take notice of the fact that this had all happened in such a short time, where it usually might have taken several dates to reach the comfort level which she was at as she left the coffee shop with a smile. She and Deanna had exchanged numbers much to her delight. Things just seemed to have this charmed feel to them.

Entering her home, Lauren tried to go about this as usual but, her thoughts would drift to Deanna and what the young woman might be doing at any given moment. She often laughed at herself, knowing that she hadn't behaved this way since she was a teenager. So many times throughout the day, she wondered, just how long the proper dating etiquette required her to wait before calling Deanna. To distract herself from those thoughts, she ventured outside to the backyard with her dog, Jude.

A game of soccer between the two, found Lauren sitting down wearily on the porch. Her yellow Labrador rested her chin on Lauren's knee with a bit of a pout. Lauren huffed a laugh at the sad eyes.

"Jude, be merciful here," she joked rubbing her dog's ears. "Not all of us are still considered puppies." Lauren smiled affectionately at her dog before kicking the ball back out into the backyard.

Jude raced after the ball then, soon found contentment in her solitary game of soccer.

The phone ringing caused both, Lauren and Jude to look in the direction of the house.

"Play," Lauren said. She motioned for Jude to go on. "The machine will get it."

Jude barked then stared at Lauren before barking again.

Lauren sighed, waving off the ringing phone. "I'm tired. I'm not running in there just to talk to some telemarketer."

Again, Jude's bark filled the air.

Lauren stretched while smirking at her dog. "What is it, girl? Timmy is lost in the well?" She laughed as her dog began barking with more urgency. "I'm up. I'm up. Sheesh!" She entered the kitchen through the sliding door and reached for the phone on counter as she immediately recognized the voice telling her goodbye on the answering machine.

"Hello," she said unconsciously crossing her fingers.

"Hello, am I speaking with Lauren?"

"Yes, well that all depends on who is asking. I mean, I could tell you but, then I might have to kill you, " Lauren joked, trying to conceal her excitement, when she recognized Deanna's voice.

Deanna laughed in a way which wrapped itself around Lauren. "Oh, well, if that's the way you want to play it. I'll just have to find someone else to go out with."

Lauren thought she might have heard her heart thundering inside her ears. She tried to make a joke to take away from the tension building within herself. "So why didn't you call me sooner?"

A chuckle heard over the phone answered her question.

"Actually," Deanna responded. "I've been busy since I saw you."

"Really?"

"Yes. My family has a cabin that I like to go to sometimes, when I want to get away. I know that it is Sunday so the weekend is basically over but, I was thinking about taking the next two days off. Would you like to come to the cabin with me?"

Lauren held her breath. Her inner voice was screaming, "Of course, I'd love to go!" but, her more practical side was reminding her that she had only just met this woman. "Don't you think it is a little soon for you to be waltzing me off somewhere? I mean, we did just meet. Do you whisk away all the women that you meet in bookstores?"

"No."

Lauren flinched. She had meant that last question as a joke but, the even tone in Deanna's answer suggested that it might not have been taken as such.

Deanna's smile could be easily detected in her voice. "I don't know why but, I just get this really good feeling about you, I guess."

"A feeling," Lauren gasped with the sarcasm clearly heard in her voice. "But, we just met, Deanna."

"Geez, you're such a smartass," Deanna chuckled.

"Aw, you get used to it after a while."

"I'll get the chance to get used to it in the next few days, if you come with me."

Lauren laughed as she nodded her head. "Okay," she sighed happily. She did have the same wonderfully good feeling about this trip and Deanna. "What the hell, you only live once, right?"

"Is that a yes, lovely?"

"Yes, I'll go with you."

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow."

The excitement was proving to be contagious as Lauren found herself unable to wait until tomorrow. "Just call me in the morning and we will work out the details."

"Alright, love. Talk to you then. Bye."

"Bye," Lauren said softly.

That entire night Lauren had been brimming with excitement. She had finally forced herself to bed after reading for a bit. When she awoke the next morning, she went about packing for her trip after calling in to work and taking a few personal days. It felt nice to enjoy her morning without having to worry about being somewhere at a certain time for a certain reason. All she had to do was relax.

When the doorbell chimed at around eight that morning, Lauren knew that Deanna had arrived. She answered the door to see the young woman standing with her back to her staring out over the neighborhood curiously. Her brown eyes roamed over the petite woman, memorizing the way she looked now on this, their first date.

Deanna wore a simple white shirt, nicely tailored to her body. The faded jeans fitted to her legs very nicely. A slight chill in the air made her cheeks slightly rosy. She smiled with the sound of the door opening and turned to see her date for the next few days.

"Well, it certainly took you long enough to get here?" Lauren teased.

Lauren leaned against the door just slightly with a flirtatious smile. She felt confident in her blue jeans which she knew would show off the curves of her figure as well as the deep crimson sweeter that she thought hugged her form nicely.

"Are you shy?" Deanna asked.

Lauren smirked curiously. "No. Why?"

A mischievous smile, dawned Deanna's lips. She leaned forward lightly brushing her lips over Lauren's in a tender kiss. "You, look beautiful, lovely."

Lauren allowed her hand to lightly smooth Deanna's cheek. "Thank you so do you." She was about to ask why Deanna had asked about her being shy but, she soon discovered why as one of her neighbors on a morning jog, jogged by with a smile on her face. She waved to her neighbor then pulled Deanna inside the house.

Deanna gasped as the door closed behind her. "What will the neighbors say?" she joked.

"That I have good taste."

"Oo, sweet-talker." Deanna winked before turning to greet the excited Labrador entering the room. She knelt down and patted the side of the happy dog. "What's your name, sweetie?"

Lauren laughed happily at her dog's pleasant reaction. She was never sure how her dog would handle her dates. It was always a good sign, when her dog liked someone she was interested in. With this in mind, she made the introduction. "Jude, this is Deanna. Deanna, that is my baby Jude."

Hugging Jude's neck, Deanna smiled. "Nice to meet you, Jude. Are you coming with us?"

Hearing this, Lauren's jaw dropped. "You want me to bring my dog?"

"Sure, why not?"

Lauren shrugged with a broadening appreciation for her date. "It's just a surprise, I guess. A pleasant one, though."

Deanna flashed a beautiful smile. "I'm glad." She looked at the bags by the door. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep, let me just call my friend and tell her that she doesn't have to watch Jude for me. Then, I'm all yours."

"Oo, I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might." Lauren began to walk into the other room to make her call. Over her shoulder, she said, "You two be good."

"Come on, Jude. Tell me all the dirt on her while she's gone," Lauren heard. She immediately pointed her finger at her dog playfully. "Don't you dare!"

Jude and Deanna used their big brown eyes against her.

"Aw, you're no fun," Deanna said with a smirk.

It wasn't long after Deanna had arrived that all three jumped into her SUV to begin their two-hour drive to Deanna's family cabin. During their drive, the two women shared conversation with the same ease that had occurred so easily between them the day before.

Lauren loved that for the majority of the drive Deanna had unconsciously taken her hand in hers. She also loved that the mellow drive was furthered by Deanna's occasional singing. Her brown eyes watching the younger woman were felt as Deanna stopped singing and blushed with a chuckle.

"Sorry," Deanna giggled.

"No, don't stop singing," Lauren smiled. "I like listening to you."

"Yeah, well I think for Jude's sake, I'll stop. Her ears are sensitive, you know."

Lauren looked over her shoulder to her dog, who was taking in every new sight on this ride. She returned her gaze to the woman seated beside her. Leaning over, she kissed Deanna's jaw. "You have a beautiful voice. Keep singing, please."

Bringing Lauren's hand to her lips, Deanna kissed it lovingly. She rested their intertwined hands on Lauren's lap. It was not long before her guard against singing left and she became, so into the music again that she took to singing once more. This pleased Lauren just fine.

Pulling into the drive, the two women were greeted by the sound of crunching pebbly gravel. It did not take them long to unload their bags and get a bit more settled. They stood in the kitchen after having stocked it with the groceries which they had gotten from the local store. It was now time to unpack their things.

Lauren stared at the bedrooms at the top of the beautifully carved stairs. She glanced toward the young woman, who was lifting her bag to head up the stairs. With a sigh, she collected her bags and followed Deanna closely. The swaying hips, walking up the stairs at eye level made her smile.

"Somehow," Deanna joked over her shoulder. "I think I might have gotten gypped here."

Laughing, Lauren playfully responded. "Too bad because everything is great on my end." She felt her heart flutter with the smirk she received as the young woman glanced at her over her shoulder.

When arriving at the top of the stairs, Lauren looked at the two bedrooms across from each other. She knew that she was not going to stay in one of the two bedrooms downstairs but, were they going to try and sleep in separate bedrooms on this night, she wondered.

Shooting straight from the hip always seemed to be her mentality which Lauren decided to do, as always. "Well, should we pretend to be good little girls and sleep in separate rooms or— "

"Personally, I think it would be an insult to our intelligence since we both know that we didn't come here to sleep in separate rooms."

Lauren loved the look which accompanied that statement. She feigned a look of shock. "You mean... you want us to SLEEP.... TOGETHER?!"

Deanna gasped, "Oh, God, no!"

A frown touched Lauren's face.

"If we have my way, we will be doing very little sleeping."

Lauren laughed then followed Deanna into the master bedroom.

It didn't take them long to unpack their clothes and Lauren enjoyed getting the chance to glance over at the lacy little garments being displayed on the bed. They each pretended to be taking in the other's choice of clothes but, the unspoken agreement was that they were each imagining what scenarios might involve them in the seductive attire.

The rest of the day was spent idly walking through the property, exploring the places which Deanna traveled as a child. By the time that they had returned to the cabin and had finished their dinner, it was time for much needed rest. Trying to be the good hostess, Deanna offered to clean up while Lauren enjoyed a hot bath.

Lauren soaked inside the rejuvenating waters, wondering if Deanna would come to join her. After a while, she realized that it was not going to happen. She emerged from the tub, feeling utterly relaxed and content. A soft white towel was used to gingerly dry herself off. Then, she slipped into her favorite robe. The rose-colored hand-painted garment always added to her romantic mood. Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw Deanna standing in front of the vanity, brushing her dark hair. Her brown eyes took in the site of this woman wearing her fitting gray tank top and the black cotton panties that showcased her form so well.

Walking across the room, Lauren wrapped her arms around Deanna lovingly. "You could have taken a bath with me, you know." She rested her temple against Deanna's damp hair.

"I know, love. I just thought that you might like to unwind and get used to being here, that's all."

Lauren looked within the mirror finding brown eyes watching her. She blushed, then shyly looked down. "What?"

"You look beautiful."

Deanna turned inside the embrace, cupping a trusting face within her hands. "I'm glad you decided to come with me." Leaning forward, she lightly brushed her lips over Lauren's. The moist lips parting to welcome her kiss pressed against hers.

Lauren moaned into the mouth deepening their kiss. She guided her hands over curvaceous hips before caressing Deanna's heart-shaped ass. Her hands pulled the younger woman into her, needing to feel this woman against her. The caramel hands cupping her face tightened their hold just slightly as she was pulled forward. She used the advantage of her height to help the petite woman onto the vanity while together they brushed aside, whatever obstacles might be in their way. Smooth legs wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly.

Breaking their kiss, Deanna moved her lips over a proud jaw and long neck. Her lips sealed over the skin of her lover's neck while her teeth lightly bit down causing a purring within the older woman, whose hands were moving possessively over her thighs.

The hands slowly untying that sash at her waist caused the nervous anticipation of this moment to fill her. Lauren felt the cool air hit her skin, when the robe obediently fell open. Her full breasts were the first to be caressed. She moaned at the sensation of her nipples being teased gently between finger and thumb.

"You are so beautiful, Lauren," Deanna sighed. Her brown eyes patiently feasted on the erected nipple reacting so much to her touch.

Lauren smiled suddenly feeling bashful due to her new lover's praise. "You make me feel that way," she admitted softly.

The smile that Lauren received was so real, so genuine that it caused tears to thinly mist her eyes. She leaned forward, kissing Deanna lazily. This night... the next few days would be theirs and if she listened to her heart, they might have so much more. She shuddered with the feel of the younger woman mouthing her seductive plan silently against her lips. The word, "Bed," rippled through her. She nodded then wrapped her arms around the petite woman, guiding them back to the bed in a lover's dance.

The weight of the body pressing down on her own sent her heart racing. Lauren looked up at the woman sitting atop her, straddling her hips. She reached out with hand right hand to caress Deanna's cheek. Her palm was greeted with a warm kiss before a soft hand held her wrist guiding it down against the mattress near her head. She sighed happily as her lover leaned closer, placing the other wrist against the bed.

Lauren had always loved to be kissed this way. There was this feeling of utter surrender that she loved. She was giving herself over to Deanna. What she loved more was that Deanna seemed to understand this surrender and was extremely gentle with her as a result. Her hips ground upward causing the lips against hers to curl into a smile.

Deanna sat up looking over Lauren for just a moment as if trying to decide how to please her new lover best. If there was one thing that she always made a point of doing, it was finding what pleased her lover and doing that to the best of her abilities. From the arousal which she witnessed in Lauren now, she knew that to a certain extent the woman wanted to be dominated but, with a loving and nurturing flair.

"It seems that I will need these," Deanna teased, referring to her hands and their hold of Lauren's wrists. She guided the woman's arms to her sides then pinned them in place with her legs which were still straddling her lover's hips.

Lauren tried to move her arms but, found them securely pinned near her sides. She smiled. "Well, this is new."

"Is it?"

Her eyebrow involuntarily arched with the Cheshire cat grin that Lauren was receiving from Deanna. The woman's mischievous nature seemed to be with her always. She watched the younger woman crossing her arms over her body then pulling her gray tank top overhead, revealing full breast with dark chocolate nipples hardened by the crisp air and the excitement of the new couple's interaction. Her brown eyes ignored the shirt being discarded carelessly over the woman's shoulder.

"God, I wish I had my hands," Lauren groaned. Her fingers stretched and flexed wanting nothing more than to stroke and fondle the breast now exposed to her.

"What would you do with them?"

A trembled breath left Lauren's lips. "Touch you."

"Where?"

"Everywhere," Lauren promised in a purr.

There was that grin again, Lauren thought as she took in Deanna's expression.

Deanna ran her fingers through her hair. "Here?"

Lauren smiled softly. She shook her head then watched as Deanna's caramel hand ran down along her proud jaw then to her long neck.

"Here?"

Brown eyes stared openly and lustfully at her young lover's chest. Lauren nodded as Deanna ran her hands down her sides with a smile.

"Oh, here," Deanna said, feigning realization. Her hands brushed against the sides of her breasts before caressing the undersides of them and moving upward to tease her nipples. From the look of it, just as she had hoped Lauren liked watching this.

"Yes," Lauren sighed in a throaty voice. She watched caramel hands intently, living vicariously through them. The excitement coursing between her legs reminded her that soon she would need to act on this fire slowly stoking itself within her.

Just when Lauren had become certain that this wonderful torment might never end, she watched Deanna's hands lower slowly while the woman spoke.

"Is that all you would touch?"

"No," Lauren assured her with her most seductive smile.

Moving her hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, Deanna returned to their little game. "Here?"

Lauren shook her head, then looked down to those enticing black panties.

"Oh, I see." Deanna slid her hand down her abdomen, feeling her palm flattening against her skin in a nice brush. Her fingertips began to slowly begin their descent beneath the black undergarments, where they stopped at the knuckles. "Here?" she asked coyly.

"Yes," Lauren moaned. "There!"

A low lustful groan left Lauren's lips as she watched that hand disappear completely beneath those sexy black panties. The deep brown eyes which had held hers for so long now, closed with a low exhaled breath. She watched the movement taking place behind that subtle veil. It was slow, so very slow but, it was deliberate.

"Let me see, Deanna," she whispered hoarsely.

Nodding, Deanna pulled her panties to the side just as her fingers entered into her. She and Lauren each gave a guttural sound of pleasure with this act.

Lauren watched two fingers easing inside her lover slowly before withdrawing to the point of near complete absence only to delve deeper in the next stroke. The light sheen coating those fingers caught her attention as she took in a deep breath, filled with the scent of her lover. "You smell incredible, lover. I bet you taste even better." She licked her lips, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. There was no denying how wet she was. She needed her hands.

The fingers moving rhythmically deep within her left her, causing a sorrowful moan to mourn their departure. She ground her hips against the woman arching into her, then brought her fingers to her lips. A mischievous smirk played across her lips with the moaned encouragement that she received, when her fingers hovered near to her lips. Her tongue sliding up the length of her fingers before she took them into her mouth brought gentle hips against hers once more. When she was fairly certain that she had licked her fingers clean, she leaned forward pressing her lips lightly to Lauren's.

Lauren felt her arms freed as her lover leaned forward. She immediately wrapped her arms around Deanna pulled her closer. Her need to taste this woman, resulted in her forcibly deepening the kiss. She charted the soft recesses of her lover's mouth, savoring the intimate juices still present on her lips. Her hands snaked their way down the length of a strong back. Then, her thumbs hooked on the panties pulling them urgently over the woman's thighs.

Together, the new lovers fought to keep connected through their kiss while ridding themselves of the last remnants of clothing. Now, the joy of feeling skin on skin filled them.

Deanna pushed up, supporting her weight in her arms. She moved her legs between Lauren's smoothing her thigh against the slick folds of her lover's excitement-driven intimacy. The feeling of hands on her hips guided her rhythm. A swollen nub dug into her wanting attention from her thigh. She rolled her hips and thigh to ensure that Lauren's sensitive clit would feel that teasing movement made especially for it.

Lauren caressed, over her lover's ass then reached down to smooth her fingertips over the soft lips of Deanna's sex. Her fingers entering into the warmth of her made her cry out into the mouth covering hers. She was inside of Deanna now. Little else mattered besides this fiery silkiness surrounding her. The inner muscles being controlled so effortlessly, griping her fingers caused her to seductively rake her teeth over the skin of a long neck, inspiring a soulful purr. She smiled, realizing just how much Deanna seemed to like that. Her free hand reached between them to tease the nipples jutting against her skin. She pressed herself harder against the thigh grinding against her with more urgency while her fingers moving in and out of Deanna quickened to match the pace stroke for stroke.

The air was almost palatable with the scent of sex heavy within it. The sounds of shallow breathing joined with wet friction, moans and lips smacking passionately in fevered kisses filled the room with its own music.

"Come with me," Deanna whispered breathlessly into her lover's ear.

Lauren nodded eagerly. She pushed herself over easily by seeing the image of Deanna's touching herself in front of her before. Her voice filling the air with her cry merged, with Deanna moaning her name in a breathless sound of utter devotion. She threw her head back, collapsing against the pillows while Deanna fell against her no longer able to hold herself up. Her arms immediately wrapped around the younger woman.

Together, they fought to catch their breath occasionally taking a moment to grant each other light kisses.

Deanna moved gently off of Lauren to rest against the bed. She lay on her stomach, smiling with the feel of the air touching her sweat-misted body. The hand lightly scratching over her back made her smile. "Mm, that feels nice," she purred.

Lauren rolled onto her side, pressing herself against the younger woman. She kissed a shoulder, then a delicate ear. "Lover..."

"Yes?"

Moving atop the petite woman, Lauren massaged Deanna's back. She leaned down to whisper in Deanna's ear. "Again."

Deanna laughed, turning to lie on her back. She sat up placing her hands at the small of Lauren's back, pulling her close. Her mouth kissed a hardened nipple then swirled over it with her tongue.

Wrapping her arms around Deanna, Lauren smiled while closing her eyes. This was going to be a very long and pleasurable night.

Lauren awoke the next morning with a deep inhalation. She was lying on her stomach with her left arm dangling carelessly off the bed. The wet flick against her palm caused her to focus her sleep-ridden eyes. She smiled sleepily at Jude. A short nod and a reassuring smile told her pet that she would be down to feed her soon. She closed her eyes again, letting her head fall back to the pillow while her dog padded out of the room.

Her entire body was blissfully sore. The scent of sex still loomed in the air as a reminder of what had taken place the night before and ended only a few hours ago. She smiled to herself at the feel of the arm resting along the small of her back, embracing her even in sleep while a smooth leg was draped over the back of her thigh. The sensual creature next to her was tightly pressed against her side. Lauren noticed how content Deanna seemed with her arm laying across her chest. Lifting her hand, she smoothed the sleepy woman's cheek.

The soft clicking of her dog's footsteps was joined by the sound of a gentle whimper. Lauren knew what that meant. Jude was making that whine which all dogs make just before they are about to bark. The thought of her sleeping lover being jolted back to the waking world by a loud bark caused her to sit up. She whispered to her dog urgently.

"Alright, Jude, baby. I'm awake but, we have to be real quite, okay. Deanna is still sleeping."

Jude seemed to arch her brow but, silently agreed to keep quiet, if there would be a meal involved in this negotiation.

Together, they traveled down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. Lauren found herself in high spirits as she made herself a pot of coffee. She sipped from her mug lazily, then left her dog to finish her breakfast downstairs while she went to be with the woman sleeping upstairs.

Lauren entered the room soundlessly, sitting down beside her lover. She pulled her robe closer, feeling the slight chill in the morning air. "I love you," she whispered while kissing Deanna's jaw, nuzzling her nose into a pillow of soft hair, feeling it gently tickle her face. "You are my heart."

"And you are mine," Lauren heard purred sleepily. She smiled.

"I thought you were sleeping, Deanna." Lauren set her mug down on the nightstand then used her free hand to smooth her lover's hair.

Deanna giggled softly. "Do you often swear your love to sleeping women?"

"Nah, just in my spare time."

Laughing happily, Deanna grabbed Lauren by the robe and pulled the woman to the bed with her. Together, they shared their first tender kiss of the morning.

"I love you, too," Deanna whispered against her lover's lips.

Lauren smiled. "I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing you say that."

"Good because I've no intention of stopping."

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