Title: I Love You, My Friend- Ch 2 By: ForMySaniT (lesbian, romance)
(Disclaimer: This is a story describing the evolution of a friendship between two young women into a deeper bond. Looking back on this, I wonder if perhaps I should have categorized this under "Young Friends." Oh, well. C'est La Vie. Back on to the lawyer-like chat. If a romantic relationship of that nature offends you, I recommend that you stop reading now. Although, if you are like me, you'll say, "Viva, femme/femme!")
Chapter Two
"How about a movie?" Elisabeth offered softly into a delicate ear.
Christene watched as Elisabeth pulled away to grab the remote on the nearby coffee table.
Elisabeth turned on the tv, ensuring that her friend would be interested in staying exactly where she was by changing the channel to an old black and white movie. She heard Christene make a soft declaration as she returned to her place at Christene's side, although this time, she brought Christene's arm around her.
"I know this one." Christene felt long fingers intertwining with her own as Elisabeth held her hand.
"What is it?" Elisabeth nuzzled the chest which her head lay against.
"This is an old Henry Fonda movie. He's about to come out of the back." Christene gave a quick nod, indicating to look to the tv just as a young Fonda emerged from the back room. "I think the movie is called, 12 Angry Men or something."
Elisabeth was not paying much attention to the movie. She was staring down at the hand holding hers. She was charting over its palm with her nail, memorizing every line. Occasionally, she saw the hand jerk just slightly. She knew why. Christene had always had sensitive hands. The young woman's palms bordered on terribly ticklish, but for whatever reason, Christene was allowing her little study. She kissed the palm in a show of thanks, then continued her study. The arm around her pulling her closer, in a gentle squeeze felt nice as she felt the muscle tighten and contract at her back only to loosen its hold, relaxing against her once more.
The movie had only been on for perhaps, the maximum of thirty minutes before Elisabeth's squirming became much too noticeable to ignore.
Staring forward to the tv, Christene asked, "What's the matter?" Her friend's squirming was about as obvious as a nun in a whorehouse, she thought. It simply would not be ignored.
"You play too rough," Elisabeth said, rubbing her neck.
Now, Christene was a notorious flirt. This was no secret. She knew just about every trick in the book and, "My neck hurts," was just about the oldest trick in existence. This was a sure way to enable touching between two, who would potentially be more. She huffed a laugh at the possible bait being set out in front of her. What would she do? Would she swim on or...
Christene motioned to the floor with her chin. "Lie down on your stomach." Okay, she thought to herself, so I just got hooked. Willingly, yes, but I have still been hooked.
Elisabeth felt Christene's southern accent, rush through her entire being with those few words. She realized that after going this far, it would be so hard to back down now. Lowering herself to the carpeted floor, she reeled at what was happening. She could feel her relationship with this, her best friend, for so long, beginning to change into something more, something grander. Hesitating for a brief moment, she looked to the younger teen over her shoulder. "Are you sure about this, Christie?"
Christene nodded. Actually, she was extremely sure about this. Sure that being here with Elisabeth, this night, in this moment, was exactly where she needed to be.
Unbuttoning her shirt quickly despite her trembling hands, Elisabeth thought she might have mumbled something about it being easier for Christene to massage her back without the shirt. In all honesty, she wanted nothing more than to feel her skin connecting with Christene's in a completely new experience. She kept her back to her best friend, hoping to hide the fear and the desire that were making her thoughts such a blur.
She had waited until Elisabeth was lying on her stomach comfortably before Christene had gently moved on top of her, straddling her hips. She closed her eyes for just a brief moment to take the time and calm her shaking hands.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispered under her breath. Christene had given massages to people before. In fact, she loved doing this so much that she knew that someday it would be her life's work. If this was the case, why did her hands tremble the way they were now?
Elisabeth raised her head from its pillow against her crossed arms. "What did you say, C?"
"I said, 'Let's start. Shall we?' " Christene sighed as her friend seemed to believe her on-the-fly answer.
Slowly, Christene rested her hands against the smooth skin of Elisabeth's back. She listened to her friend make a sighed comment about the warmth of her hands. It was true her hands always seemed to have the uncanny way of growing warm just before a massage as if they wanted to do their part to soothe the aching muscles. Just as was the case every times she gave a massage, her hands seemed to know instinctively just how much pressure to apply.
Christene smiled as she heard Elisabeth give a moaned purr of appreciation as her hands moved softly over her back while adding just a bit more pressure around her neck and shoulders. Every person had their own individual liking and she had just found what suited Elisabeth.
The hands easing effortlessly, over her body were an odd sort of torture for Elisabeth. She tried to muffle the sounds of her excitement against her forearms. Her hips involuntarily arched into her best friend, who responded in kind by slowing the massage. She could feel Christene's hands trailing down the length of her back. She enjoyed the feeling so much that doubted anything could make her enjoy this moment anymore. Then, she felt manicured nails trace lightly down her back. The feeling immediately caused a shiver of delight to race up and down her spine.
A groaned declaration of excitement filled the air causing Christene to feel a tingling sensation enter her entire body. She leaned forward, feeling Elisabeth move upward once again in the hopes of pressing their bodies together. "How does that feel, love? Do you like this?"
"This feels- " Elisabeth was all, but purring. "Wonderful ... but it is your turn, now." She looked over her shoulder with her hazel-green eyes bordering on a very intense green at the moment. "Take off your shirt, Christie."
Crossing her arms over her body, Christene hooked her fingers under the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled the garment overhead, feeling the friction of Elisabeth's hips rolling smoothly beneath her as her best friend turned to face her. When she cast the shirt down to the ground, she found now very green eyes caressing her entire body before Elisabeth ever reached up with her hand.
Lightly, Elisabeth traced, over the tops of Christene's breasts and the lacy fabric that ebbed on the cleavage. "You have such a beautiful - " She sighed. "Bra."
Christene smirked. So we are talking about fashion, huh, she thought. "Thanks, love. I'm glad you like it."
"Oh, I do. It looks amazing on you. YOU... look amazing."
Cupping her friend's face, Christene pulled Elisabeth forward, then kissed her forehead lovingly. She backed away just a bit, while still cupping her friend's face to stare into hazel-green eyes. "Thank you."
Elisabeth kissed over warm palms. The fear that had been causing her feelings to rage from one extreme to the next - this is wrong. No, this is right.- was beginning to dwindle to a ghostly memory. She wanted to be with Christene. It was her belief that Christene wanted this as well. She just had never been with another woman and wasn't sure how to proceed, if Christene allowed it. Her best friend was certainly charming her enough to make the possibility seem perfectly natural to her.
"Let me do you, now." Elisabeth said.
Nodding, Christene traded places with her best friend. The feel of Elisabeth's weight upon her felt wonderful to the fifteen-year-old.
Elisabeth ensured that the gentleness of the past few moments continued by touching Christene with the softest of touches. Her tanned hands moving over the skin of Christene's back caught her attention as she noticed the contrast in skin tone. Elisabeth's caramel skin was not the deep cinnamon that Christene's had become from her summer exploits in the sun.
"You know," she said putting an end to the silence. "This might be better if- "
"Yes?" Christene rested her head against the pillow of her folded arms. "If what?"
"Well, I was just thinking that I might be able to reach more of your back if- "
Christene laughed in understanding. "Ohhhh... okay."
Elisabeth felt her heart racing. She had just been given permission to act out one of her favorite fantasies. With nervous fingers, she unclasped the bra peeling it away from smooth skin. She trailed her fingers lightly over trusting shoulders, where she pushed the straps barely clinging to stay upright off the young woman's arms.
Christene lifted up just a bit then removed the last of the bra tossing it away. "No sense in laying on it, funny," she said before laying her head once again against her arms.
Elisabeth groaned in response to the teen, who lay naked from the waist up. She massaged, over the strong back allowing her hands to run up and down the silky skin of her best friend's sides. Her fingers barely managed to brush the sides of Christene's breasts sending her excitement racing wildly through her loins. The hips beneath her arched upward into her inspiring her to take the opportunity for more fleeting caresses. She ground her own hips against Christene needing this interaction to continue.
"So what would you like to do, tonight?" Christene asked as their gentle grinding took on an undeniable pattern. There was no way to pass this off as simple friendly affection. This could be so much more, if they gave it the chance.
Answering honestly, Elisabeth spoke in a throaty voice. "I don't know. I am just really enjoying this.... being with you, now."
Turning her head to rest on its side, Christene opened her eyes lazily. "So am I."
Elisabeth glanced at the clock on the wall. She was not sure when her parents would be home, but she certainly did not want them walking in on this. Whatever this is turning into, she thought. The thought of the words, which were running throughout her mind caused her soft palms to perspire just slightly. "Would you like to move this to my bedroom?"
Christene smiled. "That would be nice."
Rising slowly to her feet, Elisabeth led the way to her bedroom. She turned to look over her shoulder with the sound of Christene chuckling softly under her breath. "What?"
Christene had begun to lift off the floor, when she realized that she had tossed her bra away. She motioned with her chin to her bra lying just out of reach. "I forgot."
A beautiful smile played across Elisabeth's lips. She walked over to the lacy white bra picking it up off the carpeted floor.
"Thanks," Christene said, extending her hand.
Offering the bra, Elisabeth hesitated. She smiled wickedly then pulled back her hand just as Christene was about to grasp the lacy undergarment.
"Hah, hah. Very funny," Christene sighed. "Now, give it back, Lanky."
Elisabeth tossed the bra over her shoulder with a smile. "No, I don't think I will." Taking a playful step back, she motioned for Christene by curling her with her index finger. "If you want it, you'll have to come and get it."
The arching eyebrow told her of the fire she was lighting within her best friend. Elisabeth knew that she would have to word this just right or her sometimes, "unpredictable" friend, might not handle this as she would like.
"Frankly, I don't think you have the guts," she taunted with her most beautiful smile. That had done it. She could clearly see that glint in Christene's eyes. She had just waved a red flag in front of her best friend and Christene was responding.
"Oh, I don't huh," Christene huffed.
Christene pushed off the ground wanting to prove that she was not afraid of a challenge. Her left arm draped across her chest hugging her body tightly. She knew that her forearm was only covering her deep brown nipples. The rest of her full breasts were clearly in view. She walked to her best friend fully aware of hazel-green eyes taking in her naked upper body. With her free hand, she grabbed her bra from Elisabeth's shoulder then continued to travel down the quiet hall.
Elisabeth gave her friend a few moments' head start. Then, she jogged to catch up with her. She wrapped her arms around Christene hugging her from behind. Her lips lightly kissed over bare shoulders. "You do look kind of comfy."
Reaching behind her with her free hand, Christene pulled Elisabeth closer. She leaned back resting her head against a soft shoulder. "Oh, I am." The kisses being offered to her shoulder steadily moving upward to her neck gave her a new kind of courage.
Christene turned to face Elisabeth. When she felt her breasts tightly pressed against her best friend's, she lowered her arm. She wrapped her arms around the taller young woman, knowing that Elisabeth was indeed enjoying their intimacy. Her hands lightly charted, over the soft skin of her friend's back. She could feel moist lips kissing her lashes, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. Those lips always missed her own, but they grew a bit more daring with each encouraged act.
Elisabeth tensed terribly with the sudden freeness enveloping her. She narrowed her eyes playfully on her best friend, who was much too proud of herself as she backed away, taking her bra with her. The straps sliding loosely down the length of her arms mildly caught her gaze. Her eyes were much too focused on the fact that her bra was just barely covering Christene's breasts. Christene was no longer hiding herself from her. The sight of her best friend running in the opposite direction, waving her bra like a flag of triumph sent her into action as she rushed to catch up to the young woman. She was forced to stop with the slamming of her bedroom door.
"Lemme in, Shorty!" Elisabeth laughed while pounding on the door.
Christene held her ground, pushing against the door and screaming as her taller friend used her height against her to push against the door. "No!," she squealed. "That's what you get for picking on me!"
"Oh, you love me and you know it!" Elisabeth pushed harder feeling that her petite friend was losing her footing on the other end. "Admit it, Christie!"
"Hah!" Christene laughed sarcastically. "Get over yourself." She turned her back to the door, pushing back and laughing harder as she began to slide with Elisabeth's efforts. "And no fair using my own words against me, lovely!"
"Who said anything about playing fair?!"
A sound subtle, but nonetheless commanding in its important caused Elisabeth to pound against the door with more urgency while Christene's laughter increased to new mirth-filled levels.
"Let me, in Christene. I know you heard that car pull up!" Elisabeth continuously glanced over her shoulder to make sure that her parents did not sneak up on her. "Let me in, now! They can't see me like this! Let me in!"
"Nope, sorry. I don't think I will."
"Come on, Shorty. Please!"
Smiling arrogantly, Christene decided to prolong this moment of torture. "I don't like that nickname and you know it."
"Liar! You do like that name. I'm the only person that you've ever really let call you that! I could call you, Your Majesty the Queen of Sheba and you would love it because you know I love you!"
"What was that?" Christene asked in soft, but serious tone.
Elisabeth's face blanched while she heeded her friend's warning and listened to the sound of the key turning in the front door. She was not aware that Christene was more preoccupied with the way that she had said that she loved her. Just as she heard the sound of her mother's heels upon the floor and the door closing behind her, she thought her heart might burst. The footsteps drawing closer caused her to hold her breath. She closed her eyes trying to think of a possible explanation for why she was naked from the waist up. The door lurching open while a hand grabbed her, pulling her inside the bedroom saved her just as her mother rounded the corner.
Christene and Elisabeth held her breaths with the sound of the knock at the door which they were resting against.
"Girls, are you still awake?" Gloria asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," Christene giggled.
"Well, I won't interrupt your evening. I just wanted to let you know that we are going to go salsa. I am not sure when we will be in so don't wait up. I'm just here to change and then I'll be leaving. You two be good and have fun, okay."
"We will," the girls said in unison then, listened to Gloria leaving for her bedroom.
Elisabeth rolled to face her best friend with her head still resting against the door. She allowed her eyes to roam lazily over full breasts. Her eyes were caught by Christene's in a moment of connection. She sighed in contentedness, when Christene turned to face her. "I really have missed you," she whispered.
Christene looked down to see her hand being taken into Elisabeth's in a very tender action. "And I've missed you, love."
Leaning forward, Christene brushed her lips softly over the corner of Elisabeth's mouth. If Elisabeth had grown uncomfortable or wanted/needed to stop, she could have easily dismissed the act as purely accidental, saying that she was actually trying to kiss her friend's cheek. Her lips hovered just over Elisabeth's for a moment, waiting for her friend to protest, but those pleas to cease this progression never came. She brushed her lips against Elisabeth's slowly, taking the time to properly memorize the feel of her friend's lips. The lips parting against hers were teased by her tongue tracing across them with feather-light strokes inspiring a low moan to leave those lips.
Elisabeth grew a bit more daring in this, their first kiss. She caressed a warm tongue with her own. Her movements were instructed as Christene held her hands lovingly within her own, lacing their fingers together. Their interwoven hands were brought around the young woman's waist, where they rested at the small of Christene's back. She smiled happily with the feel of holding her best friend's hands at her back. There was also the new sense of their breasts being pressed against each other, skin on skin.
The sound of Elisabeth moaning into her mouth joined Christene's own inhalation through her nose while the kiss deepened. She released her hold of the hands in hers. Her hands snaked their way up the smooth arms, over silky shoulders and then a lengthy neck, where they found their home cupping Elisabeth's beautiful face. The hands which had been resting against the small of her back moved slowly downward.
Hands never before experiencing the chance to touch another woman caressed over a full ass while Elisabeth rolled her head back to grant more access to the lips kissing her neck. "I love you," she found herself whispering breathlessly.
The lips brushing over the older girl's collar bone fluttered with the words which were responding to her own promise of love. Elisabeth could feel the vibration of the voice speaking against her skin. She thought that she might cry from the feeling and genuine love she heard in Christene's voice. It was so contrary to what she had known with her ex-boyfriend. There was no reluctance to admit her love in the voice. There was no sense of obligation to say those things. Christene meant every word of it and Elisabeth knew it.
Her hand moved timidly to a full breast. Elisabeth could feel the warmth of her palm pressing against a taut nipple. She squeezed firmly, feeling the lips against her neck curl into a smile. "You are enjoying this," she teased in a throaty voice.
A tongue running up the length of her neck only to stop with a playful nip at her chin caused Elisabeth to shiver.
"And you aren't?" Christene smiled.
Elisabeth wrapped her arms around her new girlfriend's neck, hugging her happily. "You are such a cocky lil shit!"
Embracing Elisabeth's waist, Christene gave an impish grin. "But you love me, anyway."
Sighing contentedly, Elisabeth nodded. "Yes, I do." Her expression changed slightly as the seductive thoughts running rampant throughout her mind returned to the forefront. She reached down to lock the door. The smile which continued to grow more mischievous in nature called to be commented upon. "Oh, you just keep on smiling, babe. By tomorrow morning, I'm going to have it wiped off your face."
Christene pushed off the door with a huff as her hand was taken and she was lead more into the room. "You want to wipe my smile off my face, huh. Were you thinking about replacing it with anything in particular?"
"Oh, I can definitely think of a few things that might be better on it."
Laughing, Christene watched her best friend taking a seat in front of her on the edge of the bed. She stood for a moment simply taking the young woman in. "Well, aren't we the sweet-talker?"
Elisabeth reached out to place her hands softly on Christene's hips. "Baby, I don't exactly know how to do this," she whispered as her lips kissed over those hips. "I know that I want to but- "
Christene smiled reassuringly. She bent down to kiss her best friend. Moving forward, she caused the older girl to lean back until she rested against the bed. Holding herself up on her arms, she kissed over the long neck. "No one ever knows what they are doing the first time they are with someone new, right, Beth?"
Elisabeth nodded quickly before closing her eyes to concentrate on the lips growing closer to her chest. She could remember being so awkward and clumsy with her exboyfriend. It had taken her a bit to know his likes and dislikes. She would simply have to start that process over again, but this time she would do it with her best friend, someone whom she was certain without a doubt loved her dearly.
The sensation of her chin grazing the swell of her friend's breast caught her attention. Christene continued kissing downward until her lips brushed over a hardened nipple. The chocolate nub was so similar in color to her own. Curiously, she lightly flicked it with her tongue. The sudden jerked reaction that came from the woman beneath her made her smile. Inching forward, she kissed it once more then swirled her tongue around it fully. The gasp which filled the air was accompanied by two hands cupping her face and pulling her closer. She listened to the silent request and took Elisabeth's nipple into her mouth for the first time.
The sudden warmth enveloping her nipple caused Elisabeth to groan. For a split moment, she wondered if perhaps, her mother could hear her sounds of arousal. She then, decided to ignore that possibility and simply enjoy herself as her mother had instructed.
Loving strokes of Christene's tongue caressed her nipple as Elisabeth felt the mouth continuing to suckle at her breast. She gasped again when a gentle hand began to tease her other nipple between finger and thumb. Her fingers ran affectionately through dark hair before her hand trailed down to smooth shoulders. She realized that she was getting excited much too quickly and wanted to do something to postpone the inevitable. "No, Christie, wait," she breathed.
Tensing Christene immediately ceased all action. She pushed up, placing her weight into her elbows as she moved and settled comfortable against the woman beneath her. Her dark brown eyes showed a deep fear within them. "Did I hurt you?"
Elisabeth cupped Christene's face kissing over her lips slowly. A soft laugh of astonishment left her lips. "No, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Arching her eyebrow, Christene looked down on her best friend curiously. "Then, what's wrong?" she asked as her lips kissed lightly across Elisabeth's long neck.
Smiling, Elisabeth answered, "Nothing is wrong, sweetie. I just wanted to slow down a bit. It would be very easy to just get lost in this and- "
Christene laughed softly into her girlfriend's ear. "And your mother is down the hall, right?"
A slight nod was all Elisabeth had to do. She smoothed a soft warm cheek. "Besides, I want to properly enjoy you, C." She looked down at her skirt and Christene's jeans. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I do." Christene kissed Elisabeth lazily. She purposely took her time in order to once again build the older teen's passions to the heights which they had reached only moments ago. The feel of her best friend smiling against her lips ended their kiss. "How would you like to do this?"
"Mm, take them off," Elisabeth purred, tugging at the jeans. "I want to watch."
Christene backed away to fulfil the request. She stood at the end of the bed feeling hazel-green eyes on her burning her skin with their intensity. Unbuttoning her jeans came with an unthought-out familiarity. She unzipped them then reached to hook her thumbs at both her jeans and her underwear and hesitated. Instead, she opted to just pull down her jeans and stepped out of them.
Elisabeth sighed with a happy smile as she raised up on her elbows. "How did I just know they would be black?" she asked, taking in the panties which were cut high on the hip and dangerously low on the lower abdomen.
Looking down at her black undergarments, Christene chuckled. She thought about it for a moment realizing what her best friend was referring to. The white cotton bra on top symbolizing the good little girl while the sexy black panties were hidden from everyone symbolizing what lie behind the perfected angel act.
Clasping her hands together and resting them against her heart, Christene used her southern accent to its fullest. "Why whatever do you mean?" She playfully batted her lashes playing the good little Southern Belle.
Elisabeth sat up with a smile. "Oh, don't you use that 'Southern damsel' routine on me, Tiffany Christene. It won't work."
The older teen reached out pulling her new girlfriend's waist to her greedily. The laughter filling her room filled her heart as well. She kissed over those black panties teasingly nipping at them in places. Her fingers reached to the thin material covering the hips which her lips found themselves continuously kissing. Hooking her fingers around it, she slowly guided the underwear down granting each new inch of exposed skin a loving kiss. When she had caused the whisper of undergarments to puddle to the ground around Christene's feet, she helped the young woman step out of them. She stared up at the naked young woman with softening green eyes.
"You are beautiful, Christie," Elisabeth whispered. Her hands caressed, over the unveiled body while she allowed her eyes to roam over her lover. She noted the subtle blush touching Christene's cheeks bringing that familiar flame-shaped flush to appear just between her brows. The lips mouthing the words, thank you, sent a ripple of excitement racing through her.
Kneeling down in front of Elisabeth, Christene smoothed her soft hands over silky thighs. She inched upward slowly before teasingly returning toward Elisabeth's knees. With each movement, she ventured higher moving beneath the pale yellow skirt. When at last her fingers had reached the hem of her best friend's panties along sensitive intimate regions, she traced her nail along the lining at the inner thigh. She could hear Elisabeth's breath trembling while hips pushed upward trying to encourage her to touch her in such a loving and intimate way. That touch would be something completely new and un-experienced for them both.
Elisabeth felt the hand smoothing over her thinly-sheathed sex very lightly at first. She closed her eyes registering how attentively Christene charted the slope of her. The need filling her steadily caused her hips to arch into the hand so close to her clit. A sensation as intense as she had ever known forced her body to jerk with the feel of her clit pressing into a heated palm. The hand continued to stay flat against her pussy was driving her wild, but it was the thumb tracing idly along her slit that was sending her pulse racing. She gasped aloud when the same curious thumb paused at her opening easing as far into her at the confining panties would allow. Breathlessly, she parted her legs hoping to give Christene more access.
The movements that followed inspired a low guttural growl to emanate from deep within herself. She was so surprised by the sound, that she wondered if it had come from her at all or if it had been some lust-driven outsider. It seemed to have been distant somehow. Warm breath curling over her moistened vaginal lips was bringing her blood to a boil. That need was taking over all thought. If she had worried that she might not be aroused as much by a woman as she could be by a man, that thought fizzled away to nothing with the first kiss placed against her intimate lips. The tongue moving over her clit through the thin fabric of her panties caused her to clutch massive handfuls of her comforter.
Christene pulled away reluctantly, hearing a mournful moan leaving her lover's lips. "Be patient, love," she whispered as she offered a reassuring smile. She removed the last of the clothing which had been separating them slowly despite her near-overwhelming desire to rip the skirt away and merely push the panties to the side and continue this new development in an almost animalistic method. She might have liked to devour Elisabeth with the same hungry need, but fought for calm instead. When at last her best friend was completely naked for her eyes to feast upon, she sighed in contentment. Her hands touched her lover's thighs so lightly that it threatened to be tickling.
Elisabeth squirmed under Christene's touch, doing her best not to wiggle too much while this loving study proceeded. The pressure within the hands roaming over her body began to steadily increase as the surety of the young woman's caress improved. A massage of sorts across her entire lower body left her aching for fulfilment. She smoothed her hand over Christene's proud jaw. Her fingertips lightly caught at Christene's chin guiding the soft mouth toward her wetness. She closed her eyes with her lover's approach and the warmth of trembling breath bathing her innermost skin. She sensed more than felt the mouth opening against her so close now, so very close to giving her what she needed. The very point of her lover's tongue left its home to find a new one within her pink folds. Her head fell back to the bed as she surrendered to the mouth pleasuring her so completely. The tears welling inside her eyes left her lashes spilling from her eyes where they ran hotly down her cheeks. She fought for her breath while Christene kissed her just as lovingly and slowly as she had kissed her mouth only moments before. It amazed her the gentleness displayed against her. She had always been made to believe that this was a chore, something that shouldn't be enjoyed, but Christene did not seem to be repulsed by her appearance or her taste. In fact, as she felt Christene back away to gaze at her pussy intently, she sighed with the words wrapping around her being and warming her entirely.
"You are so beautiful, love. I've never seen anything so beautiful."
Christene used her fingers to gently part her lover's lips once more then her tongue delved deeply into a quivering opening. She could feel the elixir leaving her lover's lips growing in volume. Greedily, she drank from this fount. Her mind forever remembering this moment. The inner muscles of a life-giving canal began to tighten around her tongue, gripping tightly at it.
A sudden stillness overtook her. Elisabeth grew rigid. Her abdomen contracting fiercely was accompanied by the feel of her body tingling with sensitivity. She held her eyes tightly closed sending a flurry of colors across her mind's eye. The blood coursing throughout her body was filled with electricity charting to her every cell, her every vein until it all converged at the apex of her legs, leaving her body in the form of sweet nectar which was received by a waiting mouth.
Her hands cupped full hips pulling Elisabeth all the more to her mouth. Christene listened to the cries filling the air. She had never heard anything more beautiful as her name panted again and again with utter devotion inside that voice. If this unconditional love was what it meant to be with another woman than this would be her life for as long as Elisabeth would have her. She slowed her oral journey trying gently to bring her lover down. When the body connecting in such a powerful way with her own fell limp, she granted one last kiss to those blood-filled lips and rose from her place kneeling at the end of the bed. She crawled slowly up the lengthy body, kissing over the sweat-glistened body beneath her. A new delicacy tickled her pallet with the salty taste of sweat mingling with the juices which anointed her skin.
Elisabeth wrapped her arms around Christene's neck. She held to the young woman desperately. "Don't leave me," she whispered. She kissed Christene in a way that seemed to seal their relationship further. "I love you, Christie. I always have. We should never have been apart. We lost so much time."
Christene frowned in a mix of deep concern and fear as Elisabeth began to weep against her chest. She held tightly to her best friend, now her lover with the distinct feeling that this was not necessarily about her at all. Rather, this was the last of Elisabeth's heartaches being cast out manifested in tears. She continued to hold her lover promising that everything would be okay as she kissed sweat-brimmed hair. With a quick easy motion, she pulled the sheets over their bodies.
Together, they lay tangled in each other's arms for hours into the night. It was not until the moon was high in the sky that Christene awoke to the feel of lips gently charting her body. She smiled sleepily.
"What are you doing?" Christene whispered into the stillness of the night.
"Shh," Elisabeth said softly. "I want to show you how much I love you."
** Christene stepped down from the treadmill after completing her run. Here, inside the exercise room, it was quiet. She took comfort in the solitude, relishing the time to think. Her thoughts drifted to the night before and her lover, who lay sleeping. The long run had passed so quickly this morning. She smiled, knowing that this newfound energy must have something to do with Elisabeth. Once again, her mind drifted to the possibilities of where things might head between them. She pushed it away, deciding to wait and discuss these things with Elisabeth.
Gloria entered the exercise room with a large cup of coffee in hand. She smiled sleepily as she walked toward the teen, who was toweling herself off after her run. The pale bleached-white fabric of her robe was such a contrast to her bronzed skin and hazel eyes. Running her fingers through her lengthy black tresses, she smiled.
"Buenos dias, Angelita," she greeted, warmly. Leaning forward, she lightly brushed her lips over Christene's temple.
Christene returned the affectionate smile. "Good morning, Tia."
The teen took in the way that Gloria sipped her coffee as if she were somehow expecting it to save her from the intensity of the morning. "Did you have fun, last night?"
Gloria nodded eagerly, even as a mischievous smile peeked out from behind her coffee mug. "It's been a long time since I danced that much. I had so much fun, though! I've missed Texas and you and your mother."
"Well, we missed you, too." Christene reached for her water taking a quick sip. A smirk touched her lips as she asked, "Did you wear mom out?"
Laughter filled the quiet room as Gloria thought about what her best friend must be like this morning. "Yes!" She returned Christene's smirk. "I think that's the last time she's ever going to say that I've gone soft. I matched her drink for drink and then some! Honestly, you don't forget how to salsa and have a good time, when you're Latin. It's in the blood!"
Gloria's laughter continued with lighthearted ease as Christene took her free hand and the two danced. "Baby, you're good!"
Christene waved off the compliment as she threw her towel over her shoulder. She chuckled under her breath while Gloria insisted that they should have a big party with lots of music and dancing to celebrate the upcoming July 4th and Christene's birthday which would be one month after. She listened to Gloria planning it all in her excitement.
"We could combine them," she said. "One huge party! What do you think, little one?"
Personally, Christene would have much rather had something small for her birthday but, the gleam in Gloria's eyes told her how much this would mean to her. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. We could invite la familia."
Gloria beamed as she tried to contain her excitement. "Yes, I have not seen the familia from Méjico in so long!"
"Well, then, that's what we should do, then."
Wrapping her arm around Christene's shoulders, Gloria hugged the young woman. "Thank you," she whispered. She knew what Christene had just done for her and she loved her for it.
Kissing Gloria's cheek, Christene said a silent, "you're welcome." She pulled away slightly to reach for her water bottle once again.
"So. . .what about you? Did you have fun, last night?" Gloria asked studying Christene. The young woman had certainly grown up a great deal since she had last seen her. The black sports bra and shorts made her look more like a woman than the short lil sassy kid that she remembered to be so spirited.
Nodding, Christene flashed a grin. "Yes, I did, actually."
"From what I saw, it looks like I was not the only one to wear out their best friend. Elisabeth looked like she could sleep all morning," Gloria said just as Christene took a large sip of water.
Christene began coughing as she nearly choked on her water. She doubled over trying to catch her breath while Gloria gently patted her back.
Bending down near Christene's ear, Gloria said, "Yes, I saw her."
Gasping for air, Christene held up her hand, "Tia, I can explain if you just give me a moment to- "
"To think of a clever excuse?" Gloria shook her head. "I don't think so." She slowly began to smile. "You two have loved each other for a long time, corazón. I suppose it was only a matter of time before you took it to another level. Besides, Beth looks so happy. She was smiling in her sleep. You don't know how much that means to me. I haven't seen her smile like that in such a long time."
Christene straightened up with Gloria's help. She stared at the older woman with curious brown eyes. "You knew. Didn't you? This entire time, you've known."
Gloria smiled broadly. She gently rested her hand on Christene's cheek. "I know you'll take care of her." When Christene nodded, she motioned for her to go. "Well, go on. A woman likes to wake up to her lover smiling down on her."
"Yes, ma'am." Christene darted a quick kiss to Gloria's cheek then hurried out of the room only to stop in the door with the sound of Gloria's voice.
"I'm glad it was you, Christie. I really am."
Christene felt her heart swell. She blew a kiss to Gloria before hurrying to join her sleeping lover.
Elisabeth rolled into the warmth of her girlfriend. She smiled dreamily. "Good morning," she purred as she wrapped her arms around Christene's waist.
Stooping her head down, Christene brushed her lips over Elisabeth's. She kissed her lover slowly, taking her time to relish this their first kiss of the morning after. The low moan being swallowed by her lips was accompanied by the feel of their legs weaving together. Hands pulled her body closer as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue caressing against Elisabeth's caused a shutter to race down her spine.
Elisabeth broke the kiss while struggling to catch her breath. Her eyes were now a very intense green. "What's gotten into, you, baby?"
Christene smiled down on her lover. "Just happy, I guess."
If you enjoyed the story, positive feedback is always welcome. As always, I might be inclined to write another chapter in their lives or the lives of any of my other characters if asked nicely. Wishing you love and happiness. ~ForMySaniT