well, okay, I was going to make you wait, but I couldn't resist. Have fun! Cheers!
We entered the palace dripping and shivering through a side door. The guard there gave us an amused look and we giggled at him as we sloshed off down the hall. Once we were safely in the door of our rooms we took one look at each other in proper lighting and burst out laughing all over again.
When I had gotten my breath back, I stripped off my ruined clothes, (never having been mindful of my own nudity) and started running a bath. I tried to light the candles around the tub, but I was shivering so uncontrollably I kept knocking things over, and Joelle came in to help me. The palace entertainers may have small living quarters, but our bathtubs are quite large, so as I climbed in I motioned for her to join me. Joelle's eyes widened as I sank up to my neck into the steaming water. Really, we both knew she didn't have a choice. She was chilled to the bone, her skin as pale as snow, and she would be sick as a dog this time tomorrow if she didn't accept my invitation.
She stared at me for a minute, and I stared right back. Even now she was a striking woman. At the beginning of the evening her grey dress had been tight fitting and elegant, but now it was clinging to her breasts and hips, sagging everywhere else, dripping. I could see her freezing, rigid nipples through the thin material, and the curve of her waist looked enticing. I watched unabashed as she began to strip off her clothes, first pulling down the dress to her waist and unfastening her underclothes. Then she was completely naked in the candlelight, goosepebbled and shivering. My own body was finally warming up, even more so at the sight of Joelle's nudity. Her skin was such a soft bronze colour, her legs long and belly flat. Her breasts were of an average size, bigger than mine, and capped with large dark nipples and as she stepped into the tub opposite me. I sighed at the sight of her.
Part of me wanted to fight these new feelings in myself. Since when had I ever been attracted to girls? Apparently now, I told myself, and besides, this explains all the mixed feelings you've had about Joelle since you met her. So what could I do but just relax and go with it?
"You look lovely." I told her.
"As do you." She dropped her eyes in embarrassment, sinking into the deep water with visible relief. We laid there for a while, silent in the bathroom, the only sound the occasional dripping of the tap. Her eyes were closed and her body stretched out beside mine.
I wanted quite badly to reach out and touch her, but held myself back for two reasons. One; I was afraid, and Two; there were plenty of hours left in the night.
Later, when we had both dried, but were still damp and flushed from the heat of the bath, we moved the candles into my room. There was no question about going to sleep. It just wasn't going to happen. I felt that to leave Joelle's side, or let her leave mine would be wrong. There was such a lovely companionable feeling between us, sprawled out on the sleeping mat, warm and happy as the rain thundered down on the other side of the window.
We made lazy small talk, lapsing into long comfortable silences. I broke one such silence with a question.
"What's your family like?"
Joelle stretched lavishly, her long limbs graceful and naked. "mmm. Well, they're just... they're fairly normal."
"Come on now, do you have siblings?"
"One or two..."
"Well...? Is it one or is it two?"
"Why d'you want to know?"
"Because I'm just interested, Miss Evasive!"
We both laughed at this, my cheeks feeling the strain of all the smiling I'd been doing during the evening. Joelle wriggled over to me, pressing her forehead to my shoulder, and I pulled her closer to me, so she was sitting between my legs, leaning back on my torso.
"Sweet Joelle, how could I have ever thought that you were so cold?" I murmured into her hair. It smelled of eucalyptus.
She didn't answer, just took my hand from beside me and placed it on her smooth hip, pressing it to her skin. This was the invitation I'd been waiting for, and she shivered as I delicately stroked her side with my fingertips. I moved very very slowly, only touching her with the gentlest of touches, yet again feeling that sense that she was a wild animal, capable of running very fast. My fingers ever so slowly worked their way up her torso to trace the outer curve of her breast, a curve so beautiful I gasped quietly, in surprise at how much it moved me. As my touch moved to her dark nipple, Joelle let her head fall back on my shoulder, and I marveled at the delicacy of the place where her neck and collarbone met. I had to touch her all over, sometimes feeling a vague notion that I was touching myself. This was, after all, the first breast, the first curvy feminine body I had ever felt other than my own. I could feel my body responding when Joelle started to sigh, a tightness in my belly, a swelling in my abdomen. I was sure that soon I would be dripping wet, but this time, not from the rain.
I touched her everywhere, fondling the whorls of her elongated ears, just grazing the almost translucent skin of her eyelids. And when her sighs became more passionate, she moved a bit so her face was next to mine. Her lips were slightly parted, her breast heaving as she said "I'd like to kiss you again." and I answered, "Oh lord, please do!" and our lips met for the third time that night, but this time with none of the restraint of the other two. Joelle's tongue drove into my mouth, exploring, probing, her breath coming quickly, and I kissed her back with everything I had.
We came up for air once, and Joelle mumbled "I just don't know if this is right...."
I had to reassure her, I knew she felt as marvelous as I did.
"Can't you feel it love? If anything, ever, was right, this is it. I know it. The universe is revolving around us right now. We are the center of everything."
She nodded and dove back in for another prolonged kiss. I held her close to me and fondled her baby soft breasts, then ran my hands down to her flat belly, and past it to the hair beneath. Joelle gasped as I made first contact with her pubic hair, running my fingers through it, savoring the moment when I would go beyond, into the folds of her womanhood. As I slowly caressed downward, her hips began to rise and fall slightly, little moans of anticipation escaping her lips. Finally I felt my finger enveloped in a soft, hot, wetness, encased in her swollen labia. Joelle's head fell back and she moaned. This was all the encouragement I needed and I proceeded to stroke her slowly, sensually, until she was writhing. My own need was becoming almost unbearable, I had never known that another woman could do this to me! What had I been missing out on all these years?
I could feel the hard nub of her clitoris and focused all my attention on it. I knew that this was where her pleasure was centered. If the universe was revolving around us, we were revolving around Joelle's clit. It was the center of our little universe.
I could read her movements and noises the way I read music, instinctively knowing what was to come next. I played her sex like a violin, my fingers flashing in her wetness until she was bathed in a thin sheen of sweat, her hips rising and falling like the ocean.
"Oh, Saskia...." she moaned. "If you don't stop soon.... oooooh... I'm going to ..... aaah. you know....."
"But darling," I whispered sensually in her ear, pausing to lick it gently with my tongue. "that's the whole point."
"Oh yesssss...... ahhhhh, this is.... oh, really reallly...... oh, sooooooo right....." In between every word now she was gasping with pleasure. "Saskia.... I'm..... ahhh, I'm....." And with that she clenched her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut and began to come. Her whole body rose up, her hands gripping my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I could feel her vagina clench, and her juices were suddenly coating my fingers. Her muscles were taut and quivering as she grunted behind her teeth, nostrils flared. It seemed to go on for a long while, longer than any orgasm I had ever had. I tried to keep my fingers rubbing in a rhythm between her legs as she bucked and thrust, but it was difficult to follow her movements. She cried out, incoherent syllables, sounding almost as if she was in pain, but slowly her cries quieted to mere whimpers, and her hips dropped back to the bed. I tried to take my fingers away, but she pressed them to her still throbbing vagina.
In the silence that followed, I realized that without even noticing it, I had come too. I had been so wrapped up in Joelle's orgasm that I hadn't even noticed my own. I sighed serenely, closing my eyes, and let myself drift in a glowing post-orgasm river of contentment.