Jennifer had spent Saturday laying in the sun, swimming, and listening to music. It amazed her how much telling Deena her troubles had relieved her. The rain had passed and the air was cool under a bright sun and clear sky. There being some chance of someone seeing them on the weekend, they wore their bikinis when swimming.
Late in the afternoon, Jennifer pulled herself up onto the house boat. Sliding some of the water from her hair, she looked out at Deena. She was floating on an air mattress, face down. She had untied her top and only a strip of amber cloth broke the tan length of her body. The paler flesh of her breasts eased out to either side of her against the mattress. Her ebony hair was tied back, and her sleeping face was gentle.
The sun drying the moisture from her body, Jennifer stretched, the supple flesh tightening and flexing. She wore an orange knit bikini which, though small, covered the succulent cupolas of her breasts, the erotic mound of her loins, her trim hips, and the saucy fillip of her derriere. Yet, the knit had widened from the water and the fullness of her body, tan flesh peeking from between each strand as well as pink pillow nipples, fore and aft cleavage, and her copper nest.
She leaned back against the door frame, her feet out before her, and bowed her head to feel the wet ribbons of her hair spill over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. How fantastic that she could come back from that dark pit, feeling free and renewed. Would things be different with Jud now? With any man? No, the thought of being touched still chilled her, she found. She lifted her head back against the wood, her eyes on the blue sky. An image of blunt Upped fingers, hair on the back of the hand, coming toward her had suddenly flashed in her mind.
No, she was out of the pit of despair, but she was not home free.
She straightened, glancing at the sleeping Deena, and went into the house boat. She should brush her hair out, she told herself, but she felt fatigued. Reaching behind her, she plucked the strings of her top free and tossed it onto the table. The air brought goose bumps to the water softened breasts, tightening her flesh and tingling the cold crinkle of her nipples.
Hesitantly, she glanced out the glass door at Deena, and then moved to the full length mirror against one wall. Had it only been a week since she had stood before her own mirror? Cold-flecked brown eyes still looked out between heavy lashes above high cheek bones, the nose still dropped gracefully. The lush lips, the pink nipples with their mushroom caps, and the breasts were the same, though the breasts had tanned in the last two days. Her belly's contour was perhaps firmer from loss of appetite and swimming, the navel still deep, and yet…?
Yet, she knew that something else was different, something beyond these superficial changes. It was her eyes, she realized. They were not hardened, but… dimmed and, perhaps, with a distrusting searching added to them. And the set of her mouth seemed to indicate less of a readiness to smile.
It was true. She now felt a little fearful of speaking lest some conflict arise, a bit afraid of what thoughts lurked behind people's eyes and, thus, a bit afraid of looking into another's eyes for very long. And to smile? Where was the impulse to suddenly run and jump and laugh for no other reason than it felt good?
Turning from the mirror, she slid the knit panties off her hips, her buttocks tightening with a chill, her honey haloed hive still moist. She dropped the bottoms alongside the top, and tumbled onto her back on the bed. Her thoughts had brought a vague sadness, and lonely, little girl feeling. She twined one leg in the sheets, the heel of her other foot resting on the floor next to the bed, and looked up at the ceiling, happy to feel sleep coming so easily.
Jud had returned home Friday night with no questions asked. The tightness that had nagged his shoulder and neck muscles was gone, and Saturday morning he caught up on his studies, leaving government for the afternoon when he was to return to Gillian's.
Gillian's apprehensions and doubts had fled. Jud would not go about bragging, and he was an exquisite lay. She smiled just thinking of the pleasure. Both were aware that their's was not a romance, but that they were sharing a sexual friendship and trust. As well, her rented house was far from the school, and none of her neighbors knew her or her profession. Nor did they show any interest in her private affairs. It would now be much easier waiting for Alex's decision with the promise of an optimistic summer ahead.
Yet, when Jud arrived Saturday afternoon, awkward silences seemed to arise. They shared drinks and watched television in silence on the couch both of them suddenly unsure of themselves. Jud did not want to risk being overbearing, realizing his great fortune, and Gillian did not want to start things two times in a row.
Uneasily, Jud decided that they could not just sit there all day looking at the TV broken with feeble bits of conversation. Setting his drink down, he turned to her. She smiled and set her glass down. He leaned forward a bit clumsily and kissed her. Gillian's mind began to race.
Um, yes. Your hand is so firm I can feel the muscles and tendons flexing through my breast as you cup it. Move your tongue deeper so I can suck it. I can feel the warm breath from your nostrils against my cheek, the press of your upper thigh. Oh, don't wait any longer.
I know you don't want to scare me off, but I'm not like that. There, yes. Yes, slide the button free of its eyelet. Slide them all free. I feel the air on my belly and chest. Unfasten the bra, strip me naked. Now, now, now.
Your eyes are so pleased at the curling of my fingers. It's so hot even through your pants, so hard. Drive it up me, plunge. Come on, baby, come on, I'm dying. Flick, flick and your belt's loose, and now your zipper's down. If I get that thing out, maybe you'll move faster, huh? Wow, so hot! Throbbing my hand full. Don't go off yet, hold It down, sweetheart. I want that in me; got the pill so we got no worries.
Finally! Okay, slide the bra and blouse off. I want to feel your flesh against mine. That's it. I want to rip your shirt open, not unbutton It. Would that piss you off, or would you dig it? Let's… see! Jeez, that expression. Scared the shit outta you didn't I? Well, now you ought to know you don't have to be tame. Have to sew the buttons back… later. Um, that feels good, your chest rubbing over my tits. My nipples feel like they're on fire, burning right off. God, I'm sopping wet and you haven't even touched me there yet. Suck away. Ah, your teeth are… so… sharp, so nice, oh yeah, right on the edge of hurting.
One button, two, slide the zip per and the skirt's off. Click, click, click, click, and the garter belt's gone. Slide them stockings downnnnn. Downnnnnnnnnn. Now the panties. That's all between you and me soon as you get your pants off. Hand sliding down inside cupping my fanny, catching the center base and.. working me. Stop teasing me, you bastard! Oh yeah, and around, pushing the nylon off my hips. I want to jam you right up me.
Arh, center finger curling and shifting and moving and sinking and… cut. Circle, gentle, circle, gentle. Cod I'm pulsing. Circle, gentle. Coming throb. Circle gentle, and mouth sucking nipple. Stomach tightening, moan, eyes can't stay open, and it's hot, and, oh yes, and I… blindness!
Whew, yes indeed. Ooh, swimming free, just so easy, clean breeze. Panties are gone, didn't even notice, and your pants too.
"Come on, darling. Now. I'm ready."
I'm whispering it with my tongue In your ear, do you hear? Yes, you hear but you're not listening are you? Your tongue's sliding down over my belly, cutting, slicing, soothing, and I feel your chin against my hair, feel your mouth against it, feel your mouth against the opening, your tongue sliding down like a zipper, and up searching, and there. There! There circling my clit, sucking it, sucking, oh so fine, oh so.
Yes, well ninety degree turn and sixty-nine, and our bodies are pressing, and your face is burrowing up between my thighs and your hands are working my ass, and there's your cock so nice with Its light purple poppy bulb, and those little red and blue veins against the stretched flesh. Ease my fingers over the fine hairs of your sac, and cup those sperm eggs, rolling 'em in my palm, sucking in the velvet soft flesh bulb, and oh your tongue is driving me insane. Ease my teeth over that purple bloom, and tongue those little lips, and how does it feel, muff driver? 'Cause this little cock-sucker's loving It, feeling your wet face sloshing, splashing, diving for that pearl, plucking it, sucking it.
Oh, I wish I could take all of you in my mouth, but just down past that brown band, chewing.
Does it hurt good or does it hurt bad? We're both moaning so, I can't tell.
Oh, Its broiling in me, sweeping through my flesh like a flash fire, burning. Oh, it's rocking me, can't tell how hard I'm biting, want to chew it off. So good I'm crazy with it. How many hours has it been? Oh yes, shoot in my mouth, I can wait, come on, come on, come on, flashing Infinity, bodies pressed so hard we're one.
I feel your loins spasm, feel your mouth widen, feel your nails dig into my fanny, feel mine in the flesh of your thighs, feel your stomach muscles jerk against my breasts, feel myself spinning, feel, feel, feel so, feel so, feel soooo good, so good, yes, good exploding, erupting, white lava spewing into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, your joint jerking against my cruel teeth, my pit pumping ecstasy, we're there, we ye come, came, I'm coming again, a minute more even though you've shot your wad, just a few seconds, please I'm coming again, I can feel it, be good, oh, yes, oh yes, just, just' your tongue, yes, trembling with it, you can't miss It, gotta know, you do know, yes, sucking all of it from you, screaming, bucking, ripped to atoms, I… screaming with freedom.
Oh, sweet exhaustion, sweet release, our flesh a tan tangle of exquisite softness, drawing my lips to taste dreams. So good, lover man, so fine. And 1 wonder what your name is. I'm so fucked.
Abe, Ben, Charlie, David, Edgar, Frank, George, Herb, Ignatz? lgnatz? Yes, a giggle, how nice, I've never known an Ignatz, or an Ichabod. But you're no headless horseman. You're a stallion. A bucking racing stallion, a stud bred for fucking, Jud darling.
The head of your prick hangs on my lower teeth, soft and drooping. How long till it comes alive again? How long before you can melt my flesh again, before you can pull me from this world, this planet, this existence? Be my rocket, flashing me into space.
"Cigarette?" and your voice is low and satisfied.
"Yes, please," and your prod slides to the top of my left breast.
Such a cliche, such a truth, so relaxing to loll the smoke through as mind and flesh resettle. No effort, and the air conditioner is cool against the moistness of my thighs and snatch.
And we smiled, knowing. So few words needed. Shall we ever talk? I hope not. 1 wish we were mute. Our flesh talks, it screams, it sings, it coos, It sighs, it hums.
My nipples are still hard, standing up like thumbs, hitching for another ride. Do you like my breasts, the soft tan against the darker tan? I always cover my nipples with heavy cream so that they won't darken and harden, won't dry out. But I let the sun lighten my pubic hair, let it bleach It a strawberry blonde from auburn. The benefits of a sundeck.
The cigarettes are gone, up in smoke. Are you ready again? l'm happy, but I can be happier. Are you happy? I know I can make you happier.
Yes, on our sides, your cock is raising its head. Cockle-doodle-do me. Goodbye, sweet cock. I'm turning to let you meet my quiver for your burning arrows. Hello, baby, kiss you thank you. Can you taste your sperm? I can taste my secret secretions.
Do you mind if I guide you in as you suck my tongue? Oh, you're so big, filling me, ooh, sliding in like you're being squeezed out of a giant tube of… toothpaste? Giggle. Sliding in slowly, the whole length sliding against my clit, up and over, I can feel your head pressing against me. Will it hurt? Sometimes it does. Big breasts sag, and big pricks hurt sometimes. Prices paid. Mine don't sag. Really the best size, thirty-five B. Hope you like 'em. Yes, I feel you throbbing in me. Can you feel me chewing you? Gonna eat you up. Gonna leave you dry before we're through. Gonna feed on your wonderful, bitter milk.
You look so handsome up there above me, your face smiling down. You really dig it, don't you? You really like lifting yourself till you're just hanging in there and then… dropping to slide it up me. Ah, it doesn't hurt. Well, maybe a bit but that's nice sometimes.
In and out slow, building me, your stomach flexing with the deliberateness of it. You've got your rocks off and you're in no hurry, are you? Pay me back for the other day. A little bit faster, but I can't be sure. A guitar for you to play rhythms on. I'm a good lay, but it's to be the guitar not the guitarist. I like being under you, seeing you block out the ceiling, feeling the weight of you, responding. Exhaling to your inhaling.
It is getting faster, whipping down over the clit, slowly building. Never get tired of it. Like a junkie, not a nympho never being satisfied. Shoot me up. Why do people use needles and make themselves sick, make themselves criminals, make themselves dependent, want to do it to themselves?
Don't dig pain, don't dig desperation, don't dig masturbation that much. Dig being fucked, dig fucking. Gonna ball you allllllll night long. All night, all night, all night, at… night… longgggggggg. And you are, sweet one. So long.
Balling me fine, can feel the flap of your balls spanking my ass me as you come in. Your mouth on mine, your hips still pumping, easing, building, jabbing, soothing, roiling. Nibble your lips, and feed you my tongue, fingers catching the inside tops of your thighs by your racing machine. Yes, I can tell that you like that. I'm no guitar to you, am I? An electric flesh organ with a thousand keys instead of six strings, sliding those pipes.
Fast in, fast out, In out, in out, inside outside, you've got me on the edge, teetering to tumble, tottering on the verge, I can feel you like a flame burning down the length of your fuse to explode the dynamite stick packed into my cunt, to rip the mountain of my body apart. Oh, almost over, like a tightrope walker, precarious pleasure, and slower, steadying me, easing me away, still nice but not away. Please. Don't let me down. Oh, that's right, faster again, moving me back toward the cliff. Shove me over, set me spinning down into those crashing waves; I can hear the wind whistling.
Slowing… down… again, like a record with the power turned offfff. Can't you hear me moaning? Can't you feel me pulling? Can't you see? Can it be? Oh, baby baby baby baby baby baby, please please. Oh, you're movin' up again, sliding, rollin' and atumblin', moving me on out. Yes yes, racing me this time, speeding me toward the brink, and its even wider this time, it's the edge of the world; Columbus, you were wrong. Out, off the edge, free. Something, somebody grabbing out to pull me back. Don't!
You're not saving me, I'm escaping! I'm crying, can't you hear me crying? Go and come, night and day, rhythm rise and fall, high note, low note, walking long and lean, sliding up and down, heel to ball to toe, hands bark and forth, shoulders shifting, wounds seal and heal, energy flow, energy build, energy heal, up off boredom, down from clouds, in from the cold, out from the pits, in out, up down, to and fro, come and go, rise and shine, shine and reflect, energy ricochets, input output, put out not on, not in to hide, not to rot away, feed, flow, to, fro, breathing in out, screwing in out, out in front, ping pang songs, eyes that see, ears that hear, words of truth, white, black, red, brown, yellow, he, she, young, old, you, me, him, her, rainbows reign, the sky bathes the sea, the sun kisses the moon, fly high, I fly, high, sigh, scream it seems, and, oh god, I'm being sucked back up, pulled away, no, no, No! Not again!
And I'm breathing, and I'm panting, and my lungs are screaming, and my heart is banging, and I'm wet with sweat. Have mercy on this child. Oh, you're a sadist with tenderness. Could whips and fire be more of a torture than this in and out, pumping me with your tool, sucking me back to sheets and mattress ceiling? What am I saying? I can't even make out my own words. Is all this out loud… and… you… heard.
Little faster, little, little more, little more, more, more, more, ah, yes, ah, yes, ah, yes, the ceilings gone, the walls are falling, the bed's gone, moving, moving, movin', movin', so fast I'm the movement, we're the movement, where does my flesh begin, where does yours end? I can feel you pulsing with me, feel us like spewing sperm ripping free, up, up, up, going, going, going, going, gone, gone, gone, you can't pull me back this time, the flames are too hot, sensation, I am my body, we are together, rushing flow Into me out of me, flesh flowing, drifting, easing, washing in on the tide, lazing, oh, yes, oh yes. Yes! Yes! Oh, sweet heaven, yesl Yes! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss Ahhhhhhhhhh.
And Gillian's cry broke from the confines of thought through her lips, and she went limp for a moment, and then hugged Jud to her wildly. They rolled over laughing at their shared skills.
The window looked as if it was ablaze, the ocean sunset burning at the drapes over the sliding door. How long have I been asleep, Deena wondered. She had stirred herself and swum in with the air mattress soon after Jennifer left the water, having had enough sun. Inside, she had looked at Jennifer's loosely sprawled body, a honey sweetness upon the sheets. Smiling, she had then laid down beside her, asleep almost immediately.
She glanced over at the still sleeping Jennifer. Her face was tight with emotion, and she moaned; her forehead lined with anxiety. Supporting herself on one elbow, Deena caressed Jennifer's temple with the backs of her fingers in an effort to sooth her from whatever nightmare she might be having. And it was not difficult for Deena to guess what the subject of it might be.
Jennifer sat bolt upright with a cry of alarm, her eyes wide. Deena sat up alongside her and put her arm around her. Jennifer jerked fearfully, her eyes staring at Deena without recognition.
"It's okay, Jenny. It's okay," she assured her. It's me… Deena."
Deena," she faltered. "Oh, Deena," she sobbed, and embraced her. "I dreamt I was… on the beach, and…"
"I know, Jen. I know, but it's over now. It's okay, baby," Deena soothed, holding her face against Jennifer's head, feeling the tears spill upon her own breast.
"It'll never be over for me. I know it, Deena. I know," Jennifer whimpered helplessly.
"No, Jen. No," Deena said, lifting Jennifer's face, her fingers curling under her chin. "That was then and it was terrible, but you can't let it keep you."
The sun haloing her hair, tears staining her cheeks, Jennifer looked at Deena with hopeful eyes. Then she began to cry again, but softly, her shoulders tremoring.
"Jenny, Jenny," Deena said, pressing her face alongside Jennifer's, wishing she could do more. "It'll be okay," she said, her lips brushing Jennifer's cheek as they moved. "You're safe now," she whispered, raising her face, her lips fluttering against the tear moistened flesh as she spoke.
Their eyes were level, and her lips were beside Jennifer's. "Safe," she whispered, and the corners of their mouths brushed. "So fine." And she was not aware of speaking, but only of the caress of their lips.
Aware only of refuge from her nightmare, of the one person she now felt close to, Jennifer looked into the blue eyes that held only love and warmth. She felt Deena's lips move even with hers, and heard the faint, consoling whisper. Her lips parted slightly against the soft movement, and her eyelids lowered. The face against her was soft, without any roughness of a beard, the lips were full and tender, and the tongue that eased the part of her lips wider, and brushed against her teeth was slender and softly textured. Her teeth separated as if of their own will, and the tongue flowed into her mouth, brushing over hers and around it. Her own tongue responded and the two entwined in the dewey cavern, and she pressed her own forward between her teeth and it was in Deena's mouth.
Deena tasted the crying in Jennifer's mouth but didn't care, and inhaled deeply as she felt Jennifer's tongue respond to hers and return. She sucked softly at it, and felt their breasts flatten against one another. Her one hand sifted the gold of Jennifer's hair and the other caressed the yielding firmness of her back and its sweep down to her waist.
Their breathing grew heavier, and the girl with the black hair and the girl with the golden hair eased back against the pale sheets, the room shimmering with a rose tint from the sunset outside.
ennifer felt Deena's body – shift against hers, and then slender fingers flowed over her breasts, a breeze stroking the resilient orbs; the other fingers grazing the nape of her neck. She reached up and stroked the face against hers, one hand trailing down the slender throat to find the full globe of a breast, the tight nipple with a few downy hairs about it. So warm and full, she thought. So soft, all soft firmness, gentle and soft. She filled her hand with the breast, their lips turning and flexing together, their tongues dancing back and forth. The breast was so nice to hold. The breast was so nice. The breast She drew back suddenly, her eyes opening. Shaken, she stared up at Deena whose eyes opened with confusion, her hand dropping away from Jennifer's breast.
"Deena, I… "she broke off in heated trepidation. "We can't… do this."
"I'm sorry, Jen, I… " Deena said, uncertain.
"You're not… a…?" Jennifer asked, not wanting to hurt Deena.
"A Lesbian?"
Jennifer nodded.
"No. Occasionally I've met another woman who… who's been attractive to me as a person, as a friend, and sexually… just as I've met some men. But there's never been a… natural opportunity for anything more."
"Anything like this?" Jennifer finished for her.
"Yeah," Deena nodded. "When we started seeing less of each other I… I was aware that you effected me like that. That I loved you," Deena said softly, looking down. "But I knew you didn't… Well, I didn't want to ruin what we had. I mean, you know, I'm not talking about living together. I like men and I need their differences to balance me out." She looked up. "Does that make sense, Jen? 'Cause I don't want to hurt you. I mean, the last two nights rye slept with you and wanted… wanted to make love to you. But I didn't."
Jennifer nodded, feeling Deena's struggle for the words.
"And tonight… well, tonight it just happened. I wasn't thinking about it, or about even doing it again much less as a regular relationship. Do… do you want me to take you back into town? I mean, I'd understand if… "she trailed off, looking down again and biting into her lower lip.
Jennifer looked at her for a moment, and then reached up to touch the side of her face. "I'm not mad or anything, Deena. It just took me by surprise. I just never thought about… about us like this," she said, and Deena slowly looked up into her eyes. "I love you too. And it was… it was so nice. For now, I guess that's enough."
They sat looking at each other in the dim, lavender light of dusk. Jennifer leaned forward shyly and their lips touched. With a sigh of relief, Deena closed her eyes, their kiss continuing as before. Their hands touched at the rich beauties of one another's bodies and they eased back to the sheets.
Like silk, their, bodies undulated together, sliding breasts against breasts, stomach against stomach. Deena's thigh glided between Jennifer's and she felt the golden threads against her hip, hot and full.
Jennifer moaned into Deena's moving mouth, feeling the smooth thigh stroking her yearning hillock, and pressed back with her hips, feeling the tender mane of Deena's against her own thigh. Like gentle waves, their hips began to roll together, back and forth, quickening as a tide. Each felt the undulations drawing moistness from their recesses. Their hands molded the breasts they held, and their nipples throbbed against velvet palms. They felt the veiled plateaus become misty against their flesh, and felt the petallike lips part moistly.
Deena's hands cupped the globes of Jennifer's buttocks and pulled her tighter, contouring the fullness. Her thigh slid from between Jennifer's and lush grove played against lush grove. Jennifer spread her legs and stroked Deena's thighs with the insteps of her feet, her hands finding Deena's flanks.
Their mouths swam and swirled, and Deena's and Jennifer's breaths were like an ocean breeze in the stillness. Deena's mouth gradually parted from Jennifer's, and moved over her face and down her throat to cover one pillowlike nipple. Jennifer moaned at the play of Deena's lips and tongue, her head going back into her pillow to roll- luxuriously, her hands gripping Deena's backside. Then the kisses were strung down over her belly, into her navel, and down into the dewed harbor of her loins.
Deena tasted the sweet secretions and the grotto became a whirlpool that drew her tongue down into the net of Jennifer's passion. Her hands squeezed the saucy rump as her lips nurtured the pearl free of the petals of flesh that hid it, her tongue buffeting it. Jennifer's legs tightened around Deena and she lifted up from the sheets, thrills of luminous sensation washing through her. She was enraptured with the devouring blanket of Deena's mouth, but she forced her eyes open and rolled to the side.
Deena's hands and mouth continued to engulf her as she rolled over on top and turned her body around. Her hands once again encased Deena's buttocks, kneading the cheeks as her mouth flowed over her belly and hips. She caught Deena's scent in her nostrils and filled her lungs. with it. Her tongue peeled the black foliage away from the fissure, and slowly sank into it. Deena moaned as she felt Jennifer sucking the tremoring bud into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue.
They rolled onto their sides, their heads bobbing in the succulent harbors. They began to quiver with the delving exaltations of their mouths, rising to ride the pummel of mounting contractions. Their flesh burned as they seesawed, and they began to drive into the other as their own ecstasy built. And their bodies were a circle through which passion raced, a surging river of burning lava swirling through them, boiling forth to engulf them. And their bellies pressed together as they began to explode, excruciating in its intensity, impaling awareness on the disintegrating culmination. They gasped as one, shaken by their release, and ever so slowly their lips fell away from the bedewed clefts, their breath deep and full.
Moonlight bathed them in softening light and Jennifer pulled herself around to face Deena across the pillow. With hazy eyes, they spoke their satisfaction and joy, and their lips touched to mingle the nectar spilled from their goblets.