Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 20:39:56 -0800 (PST)
From: L H <tendermidnight@yahoo.com>
Subject: Simple Comfort (lesbian)

She looks at me. Her eyes are wide and caring, her
smile sweet. I am entirely keyed up, having had an
absolutely awful day at school. She holds me in a long
embrace, running her fingers up and down my spine
until slowly those tense muscles begin to relax. "It's
ok, babe," she whispers softly in my ear, her voice
low and comforting, "You're here with me now. Forget
about everything else."

There has been something developing ever since we met
years ago. I know she is a lesbian. My own sexuality
is more vague. I've only dated boys, but that's all
I've had the opportunity to do. Often I find myself
harboring serious attractions to women, but I am
mostly too shy to admit them. My feelings for her
began as admiration. She is one of the most warm,
understanding and generous people I know. Not only
that, but she's also brilliant and funny. I care for
her more than anyone else I know. Lately she has
casually mentioned several times that she thinks I'm
attractive. Each time I've felt myself blush, with a
wave of heat coming over my body.

Now after a horrible day I am too exhausted to be shy.
All I can think about is relief. She is the only
person I want to be around now, I came here
immediately longing to be in the tenderness that
surrounds her. Here in her room everything else seems
to fade away: nothing exists but her.

After holding me for awhile in her arms, she begins to
massage my arms and shoulders. My whole body melts
into relaxation; I am like putty in her hands. Then
she stops and turns me around to face her. "Feeling
better?" I nod gratefully, wishing she would touch me
again. "Mia..." her voice sounds very soft. As she
takes my hand and fixes her eyes on me, I'm surprised
to see uncertainty in her expression. She is usually
one of the most self-assured people I know. "Mia, What
would you think if I asked to kiss you?"

My face gets hot, the rest of me soon follows. My
heart is racing. I open my mouth to speak. "Ohhhh..."
is all that comes out. She is still holding my hand,
and I feel a surge of warmth connecting us. With her
other hand she brushes the hair back from my face and
leans toward me, very delicately letting her lips rest
on my cheek. Then she sits back calmly and studies my
face. "Oh, Lucy." I squeeze her hand. Searching for
words, few come to mind. "You are...this is...I
just..." I pull together the courage to look her in
the eye, and hold her gaze steadily. Then I close my
eyes, trying to collect my thoughts.

Still I keep my eyes closed, even as I can feel the
warmth of her body nearing. Her arm curves around my
back, drawing me closer. Then her lips are on mine,
and the world tilts dizzyingly. There is nothing I
want more than to be united with her. I open my eyes,
and she pulls back slightly. "Ok there, Mia?"

"Oh yes." I pull her closer to me. "Yes." Hungrily I
reach towards her for more of what I have just had the
first taste of. Who knows how long we are locked in
this warm embrace, pulling each other closer, tasting
and exploring. Her mouth is gentle, but there is a
certain eager firmness behind it. I also feel hungry,
wanting to be as near to her as possible, wanting her
inside me. Finally we ease back apart.

"Wow," she says eventually. "That was some bit more
than I'd let myself hope..." My pulse is pounding in
my ears. Slowly I find anxiety and confusion
overtaking even my enormous desire for her.

"What's going on? I'm sorry, I want so much to be with
you, but I don't...I don't know if I'm ready for this.
For what it could mean." It's a stupid thing to say,
but it feels true.

Concern enters her face, but it's twinged with patient
irony. "I hope I haven't frightened you, my dear."

"No. It's just...I don't think I even know how to be a
dyke. I don't even know what to do."

Despite the ridiculousness of what I've said, she
looks at me seriously. Again, she takes my hand. "I
could show you." she says softly. "Only if you want,
though. Mia, you know I don't want to pressure you
into anything you don't want. Or make you
uncomfortable."

"Oh, I want it, don't you see? But that's exactly what
I'm uncomfortable with. Besides, sometimes I need
someone to make me uncomfortable, to push my
boundaries a little. I want this. I dunno though...I
mean, it sounds dumb, but I just don't know what to do
with all these feelings I have. This isn't exactly
something I expected."

She takes a deep breath and responds. "Well, Mia. Let
me put it like this. I think you're very pretty. On
top of that, you are one of my best friends. To be
honest, I've been attracted to you for quite awhile.
Now you seem to have had a rough day, and I'd like to
take your mind off of it, if I can. I'd like to think
I know a thing or two about making a girl feel good.
The last thing I want, though, is to add to your
worries. If you want this, you have to promise to
relax, to trust me, and to forget about everything
else. Do you want this?"

I am amazed by how straightforward she is. I want more
than anything to turn myself over to her. She is like
a haven for me. Slowly, I nod. She lets out a heavy
breath, then stands up. With her hand placed lightly
on my lower back, she leads me to the bedroom. It has
a somewhat smoky but appealing smell. Her bedcovers
are maroon, and her furniture is dark heavy oak. I sit
gingerly on the bed and she eases down next to me. The
comforter is very soft, as is the mattress; we both
sink into it considerably. All around there is
silence, except for our own breath filling the air. I
feel familiar warm waves flow down my body: a state of
sweet, prickly awareness. Now that it has been decided
I will give myself to her, I no longer worry about
knowing what to do.

She smiles at me and begins to gently stroke my hair.
Her hands are white and smooth. Pleasurable shudders
run through my body as I sink back into the mattress
with a sigh. Very slowly and delicately she moves over
me, straddling my waist with her weight carefully
balanced on her knees. Still, I can feel her hot
center through both her pants and my shirt. My mouth
waters and my hands tingle. I want more. Her hands
move from my hair to my throat, continuing to caress.
I close my eyes to concentrate on the blissful feeling
of contact. She leans over me and begins to plant
light, airy kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose,
the very edge of my mouth. When I can take it no more,
I reach up and pull her head towards mine so that our
lips crash together in a long, deep kiss. When they
break apart once again, we are both panting.

She begins to kiss my neck, now. As she does, her
hands move down to the collar of my shirt. They
hesitate there briefly, and then begin to unbutton my
shirt. The feeling of the air on the skin of my chest
and abdomen causes me to gasp suddenly. She adjusts
back farther, sitting over my pelvis, then helps me
pull out of the shirt. "Mia," she says earnestly
looking at the view, "You have a wonderful body.
Wonderful. And I'm not just saying that to get in your
pants." At the thought of her in my pants, my hips
involuntarily move up towards her. She smiles and lean
over towards me, kissing my face and lips again,
placing one hand on my hip and one lightly on my neck.

I want this to go slow enough to last forever, but at
the same time I urgently want it all now. I am
relieved that she is taking the lead, and her pacing
is perfect. My hands are on her waist. Slowly, boldly,
I move them up under the hem of her shirt. The smooth,
warm skin of her back feels amazing on my fingers.
"Ah," she says, quickly sitting up and yanking off her
shirt.

At the sight of her body, I cannot help but stare. A
small sigh of approval escapes me. "Mmmm." But
then...god, how can I ogle her like that? What's wrong
with me? "Oops, sorry" I quickly mutter, slightly
ashamed.

"Sweetie, don't be sorry. You have absolutely nothing
to be sorry about, for one thing. I think you're
wonderful. For another, this is beautiful, no
apologies, ok?" she says softly.

"Ok, you're right. I was just embarrassed."

"Don't be, darling." she whispers in my ear. "Now I'm
going to take off your bra. If you don't mind, that
is."

"I don't mind..." I whisper, too soft to hear. But it
doesn't matter because already her hands have reached
around to my back and deftly unhooked my bra, which
she then slides off. My breasts briefly feel cold and
exposed until they are quickly sheltered by the touch
of her warm, gentle hands. I sigh as she cradles them
then, but my sigh turns to a groan as she begins
steady, circular strokes. My hips begin to grind,
rocking her as she sits on me.

She rises up and brings her face to my chest. Her lips
replace her hands as she begins to lightly kiss the
sides of my breasts. She leans on one hand while the
other goes to my thighs. Gently she applies pressure
between my thighs. It doesn't take me long to realize
what is going on and with a shiver of excited
anticipation, I part my legs in response. She places a
thigh between my own, pinning my pelvis to the bed
with her femur.

I am consumed by her gentle persuasion and my own
pounding pulse, which beats through my body and shakes
my ears. I am at her mercy as her softly subversive
touch travels all over my body: my naked breasts,
abdomen and back, my thighs. Most of all it is the
lightness and deftness of her fingers. Most of all it
is the sweet concentration in her blue eyes, the
intensity blurred with kindness. Her fingers
tease...down my abdomen, then jumping to my thigh.
Stopping every now and then to stroke my cheek, kiss
my face, my hungry mouth. Then her touch back up my
thigh jumping to my abdomen. With a smile, she
carefully traces the outline of my hip using only her
fingertip. I can hear myself gasping and sighing; that
makes her smile, too. She has all the time in the
world, and she's going to give it to me slowly.

When she knows I am hers entirely, when she knows I
can take it no longer, she decides to test the waters.
Watchfully she moves her leg from between my thighs
and presses her hand there, slowly applying more and
more pressure. She must be able to feel how wet I am
through my pants. I am outside of myself as my hips
grind slowly against her hand and a low moan escapes
my chest. She is all that exists for me, her hand and
my intense desire in symbiosis. Sensing my need, she
quickly unzips my pants, and I soon feel the heaven of
her bare hand on my sensitive skin. Her touch, her
brief carresses become my world, and I am pushing,
pulling, wanting more, more, more, and she gives me
just that.

"Come on, babe, c'mon." she murmurs softly, her urgent
words matching my urgent needs. She is pulling me
through the fire, the pain of need, to the immensely
pleasurable relief of satisfaction. "C'mon babe, come
on." Her words, her body, her touch, all anchor me as
I lose myself in the enormity of pleasure, as my body
and my being seem to split open to pull me out of
myself and welcome her in. She is the blood fiercely
pounding through my veins and I am even more
weightless than the air that heavily surrounds us. I
combust, a shooting star, a ball of gas burning for
eternity, and she is the fuel of my fire, my center of
gravity, the center of me. "Come on, babe," one last
time, a moan.

Then suddenly I plunge, falling breathlessly back down
through the heavens, holding on to her as we pitch
into a dizzying breathtaking downward spiral, finally
landing with hard impact back into the bed, that
sweaty twist of sheets. Our sweat mingles together,
our bodies mingle together. The line is blurred
between us, a sweaty tangle of limbs.

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