Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2006 10:57:53 +0100
From: Chris Angel <moonknuckle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smells Like Sapphic Spirit, chapter three


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Sonata Three: My Girlfriend's Freckles

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It was early evening in Victoria, Texas.

Everything had been set up for their little `meeting' tonight. In all
honesty, Kris had been thinking of nothing else since this morning. As of
now she stood silently at the door to Bonnie Mitchell's suburban home
with a warm, grease-patched pizza box in hand and a knowing smile on her
face. There were no reservations when she pressed the tip of her index
finger against the doorbell button to ring. The chime sounded out around
the house (from what Kris could tell on the outside) and she subsequently
heard footsteps pacing down a flight of carpeted steps in gentle strides.
There was a slight pause at the door before it swung open. And Kris'
eyes thinned out from partaking of the loveliness of the woman standing
behind it.

It was Bonnie, in all her glory.

The blonde teen stood leaned up against the wall with a calculating
smile, dressed only in a grey sweatshirt about two sizes too big for her.
But highlighting her all so well. It reached as far as halfway down her
nubile thighs, leaving her lengthy legs bare and untouched. The rosy pink
lips of the girl curled into a smile as she saw Kris standing in the
doorway, evaluating her, appreciating her, allowing herself to become
familiar with very little detail attributed to her body. Even so, Bonnie
merely stepped forward on her bare feet and leaned up into Kris' frame,
wrapping her arms around the taller woman's neck and moaning softly into
her ear,

"I'm so glad you could come."

Kris' eyes rolled a little before they closed. "I wouldn't miss it."

"I'm glad," Bonnie only pulled back enough to look her in the eyes.
"Wanna come inside?"

The hockey star nodded. Bonnie smirked and held her by the hand, bringing
Kris with her into the house. Reluctantly she released Kris' hand to
close the door behind them. But after she did she took the pizza box from
the dark-haired girl and pointed to an open doorway to their right.

"Go make yourself comfortable," Bonnie told her seductively. "While I
put this away."

Kris unconsciously removed her jeans jacket with a reprising smile.
"Sure thing."

The blonde did just that, walking over to what was apparently her
kitchen. Kris followed the commands her head was making and strutted over
to the open doorway that Bonnie had pointed out. It was their living
room. But it certainly wasn't done up for that kind of `living' right
now. The lights had all been switched off. The only things illuminating
that room were dozens of scented candles, lit and placed all over the
room to give it a magnificent and utterly romantic glow. About seven
earth tone throw pillows had been tossed to the ground ahead of the couch
on the right-hand side. They were lying before a metallic/glass table in
the centre of the room. Among other things it had a set of keys and the
TV remote on it. But Kris' dark ebony eyes surveyed two things only. Two
small bowls, one of them containing a very rich-looking cream, the other
some unpeeled slices of orange.

Kris found that she was staring at that for a moment, until two thin but
warm arms wrapped themselves around her waist. She eased back into the
embrace just as Bonnie leaned into her hold over the taller woman,
placing her lips to her ear.

"I thought I told you to get comfortable," She whispered.

A brief moan escaped Kris' lips just from feeling Bonnie's body
spooning her own like that, thighs pressed against thighs, hips pressing
into her ass, breasts (tiny and cute as they were) pressing up against
her back. She could hardly speak out a response as she felt Bonnie's
cool wintergreen breath caressing her earlobe. "...I already am."

"...Oh Kris," Bonnie whispered again, oh so softly. "I'm so glad to
have you here... I wanted you to be here... for me... with me..."

"Wouldn't be anywhere else... right now..."

The blonde girl smiled and dropped her head slightly. Her lips sought out
the nape of Kris' neck. Before either of them thought about it, Bonnie
was dropping light butterfly kisses up and down it, gently enjoying the
soft rigidity of it. Kris slowly heaved her breath upon feeling and
relishing the sensation of Bonnie's lips kissing the back of her neck
that way. It was just so sensual and yet so desperate, so passionate.

"I like you, Kris," Bonnie sobbed between kisses, "I like you so
much... it hurts..."

Kris closed her eyes in ecstasy. "...Tell me that again..."

"I like you... Kris. I like you... I like you so much..."

The dark-haired woman let herself melt, resisting any and all urges of
her own to simply seize Bonnie and ravage her in that room under nothing
more than blind passion. She only let Bonnie continue to drop beautiful
and innocent kisses up and down her neck, allowing her to run her small
gentle hands to caress Kris' tight abdomen in such possessive fervour.
In her mind it was all like some marvellous fantasy-come-reality, some
remote and yet grossly palpable dream.

Which was probably because it was.

In an instant Kris was knocked out of her potent daydream by a loud shout
of her name from someone downstairs. Her eyes cracked open in alertness
to find that she was lying in sweats on top of her bed. It actually WAS
just a dream. Sucks for the teasing nature of an overactive imagination,
huh?

Kris sighed with a growl and ran a tired hand through her bangs. The
other wrist she turned over to check her watch. It was just six-thirty.
She had agreed to study with Bonnie at her place in a couple hours time,
but as it turned out, Bonnie's place wasn't too far from her own. It
was actually just a fifteen-minute walk from here. That at least gave
Kris some time to get her books together and (apparently) try to convince
herself that she was going to Bonnie's place for the purpose of studying
itself, not to fuck her silly.

Well, having daydreams like that didn't make it easy.

The teenager rolled her eyes again when someone called out her name for a
second time. It was her Dad, calling her for something, God knows what.
Heaving another sigh, Kris pulled her head up from the pillow and swung
her legs over the edge of the bed. When her bare feet slapped the
polished pine floorboards of her bedroom she stood up and ambled to the
door. If she couldn't get her head down before seeing Bonnie tonight
then she'd at least have to hear her Dad out about whatever it was that
he wanted. So she left her bedroom and marched downstairs to see him.
Kris looked down the corridor and saw her father, John Taylor, fitting a
jacket onto his shoulders in the lounge. Before he called for her again
he marched out and saw Kris waiting for him by the steps, sleepy
lethargic frown and all.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Kris muttered half-heartedly.

John shook his head. "Nothing much. Just to tell you that I'm heading
off to work. I haven't cooked tonight, so if you want something you'll
just have to order out. And you know how to reach me in case anything
happens, yeah?"

"Dad, I'm not six years old anymore," Moaned the teen. "I'm going to
college in four months time. I think. Besides, I'm not gonna be here,
remember?"

John pulled a smirk. "Yeah, I forgot about that. That little friend you
made. I can't imagine someone younger than you actually getting you to
work at something. Maybe now you're getting a little perspective, eh?"

To be honest (to Kris, anyway) this really wasn't about studying for her
History final. That wasn't to say that she had the intention of going to
Bonnie's and seducing her or something either (no matter what her unruly
fantasies were suggesting). If anything Kris saw it as an opportunity to
spend more time with her, to get to know her. In a school environment
things were always going to be strained, knowing that there were people
everywhere, and Bonnie was already a tight clamshell to open up. Having
them get to know each other in a calmer, safer, less gossip-prone place
was just the cure to remedy that.

Of course Kris couldn't tell her dad that.

So she just shrugged. "I guess so, Dad."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic..." John observed.

Bonnie or no, it was still History she was studying. She hated History
with a passion. That probably explained why it was the only class she had
a serious risk of flunking. "Maybe."

John rolled his eyes and chalked it all up to adult-teen apathy. The
90's spirit still held strong, after all. So he grabbed the briefcase he
had left behind the staircase and marched up to the door, grabbing his
keys from the little key basket on the corridor coffee table.

"I'll be back late," John told her. "Try and get some work done at
your friend's house, okay?"

Kris nodded, albeit dejectedly. "I'll try."

He waved her off after that and left, shutting the door behind him. Now
that she was alone, Kris exhaled and walked into her living room. She
flopped down over the couch and relaxed a bit. In all honesty she didn't
know how she felt about going to Bonnie's. On the one hand she was
pleased that she'd be able to see her outside of school. And on the
other she was letting what Emma had said get to her. Was she reading too
much into the half-signals she was getting from Bonnie? There was no real
way she could be sure that Bonnie had any romantic interest in her. And
even if it was that didn't change the fact that she was going over there
to work. And yet, even now, Kris couldn't imagine herself doing anything
else but stare at Bonnie all night and will herself not to do anything
more than that. But how hard would that really be?

They were just going to study... right?

**********

"What is it about Romantic Comedies that just get me going?"

Summer exhaled. "Couldn't have anything to do with how crap they are,
right?"

Despite what some might have pegged `cheap shot humour' on Summer's
part, there was no denying that Emma was on cloud nine right about now.
In all honesty the evening couldn't have felt better for her. All
morning and all afternoon she had been preparing for her date with the
blonde sweetheart from Atlantic High. Kris was unavailable most of that
time (she was still trying to psyche herself up for her study session
with Bonnie) so Emma made a point of picking out her own clothes this
time around. But Emma wasn't vain. Thinking less of looking fabulous and
more of making a good impression, she merely dressed herself in a pair of
figure-highlighting khakis and a dark yellow summer shirt. And it was
going to be a warm night tonight so there was no need to drag a jacket to
the movie theatre or anything.

At approximately five-fifteen, Emma left her house and took a bus all the
way down to the park in which she planned to meet with Summer earlier
that evening. When she got there and saw the woman waiting for her, the
auburn-haired girl practically leapt out of her skin. There was something
about Summer she liked. It wasn't anything she could place her finger
on, not the endlessly glossy blonde hair, not the sparkling marble eyes,
nor the gorgeous, curvaceous body (though Emma couldn't rightly admit
that she wasn't happy to see these things about Summer's person) but
something else, something that was distant and yet equally conspicuous.

It was no better presented than it was at the movies.

They'd seen Hitch, a RomCom that Emma had elected to see out of nothing
more than sheer curiosity. That kind of film was her kind of taste, after
all. Judging by the look on Summer's face at the time, you didn't need
to be Melanie Klein to know she wasn't all that interested. And yet
still Summer made no bones of watching it with Emma. To anyone else it
would have come off as a simple act of deference to a date. But to Emma
it had a slightly different meaning. It struck her as Summer's shared
will to simply *spend time* with her. It didn't matter what they were
doing, whether it was watching a Romantic Comedy, chilling out at a
coffee house or sharing chilli fries at a diner, so long as they were
together while they were doing it.

Evidently, that didn't stop Summer bitching about how much she hated the
film once she left the cinema with Emma, but if anything, it was a good
sign.

The two women now walked together down a long stretch of pavement
adjacent to the bus stop they'd just gotten off from. This led toward
suburban streets that Emma lived in, with her Mom and younger brother.
But they took it slow. Moving together in careful strides, Emma's arm
lightly brushing against Summer's as they walked. They were just about
close enough to be `near' one and other but not so much that they could
arose any suspicion from some odd passer-by. It was this part of a date
that Emma liked the most, the bit where you walk each other home in
either light banter or silence. Between Emma and Summer there was a
little bit of both. Brief conversations followed by comfortable silences.

They say that you know you've found the right person when you feel
relaxed enough around them to not say anything and yet still not have it
feel awkward by doing so. That was how Emma felt about all this. Having
Summer with her, being close to her, able to be comfortable around her.
She couldn't have asked for more.

"I take it you don't like RomComs, then?" Whispered Emma.

Summer exhaled. "Don't you think they're kinda... you know, what's the
word... mundane? It's all just so recycled and fake. And it's always the
same formula all the time. Two people, who probably have nothing in
common, meet up and fall for each other. Guy likes girl. Girl likes guy.
One runs from their feelings, the other tries to cope with them. And then
after a few stupid misunderstandings, screw-ups and mishaps the two
starting questioning the relationship they have. Until the guy makes some
big grand gesture in the end that wins the girl's heart again. How often
does life really play out like that?"

"You don't get it," Emma commented with a smile, "films like these,
they're not really about the film itself. It's about the people
watching them. Yeah, it's unlikely that things will ever happen for us
the way they do in movies... but they give ordinary people a little bit of
hope that one day they could find that special someone."

Summer cast a tiny smile at no one on particular. "...A special someone,
huh?"

"Yeah."

"And how do you really know if... you know... you've met that `special
someone'...?"

Emma paused for a moment and looked honestly into Summer's eyes. "I
think it's... the kind of thing you have to `feel'... when you're with
that person. When you start noticing how happy that person makes you. And
how happy it makes you feel when you know that they're happy. When you
start thinking about them no matter what you're doing, when you're
practically marking off the minutes until you can see or speak to them
again, when you're noticing every little detail about them that makes
them so special to you."

A pause.

"...I like your freckles." Summer blurted out.

The brunette on her arm blinked. "Huh?"

"Your freckles," she repeated, pointing at Emma's button nose. "They
look adorable on you."

The Anderson-girl blushed a little bit, looking away. "...Adorable,
huh?"

The rest of the walk to Emma's house was spent in absolute silence,
broken only by the sound of their footsteps, with Summer and Emma
exchanging glances between themselves, which said everything that needed
to be said. Any doubts that Emma had left were quenched when she laid her
head to rest, ever so gently, on Summer's shoulder, as they walked
together. It seemed so innocent at its core, but... it was all Emma could
do not to blurt out her feelings once Summer pulled her closer.
Eventually though the two made it to the front porch of the Anderson
household and together they carefully walked up the slanted cobblestone
path that split the emerald greenery of the front porch in two. Once they
came up to the front door the two separated reluctantly. Emma and Summer
turned to face each other before the door, Emma unknowingly and
unintentionally becoming bashful, looking down at her club heel sandals;
whilst Summer nervously tugged a tress of her beautiful platinum blonde
hair behind her ear.

"So... this is your house, huh?" Commented the blonde, anxiously.

Emma exhaled, still looking at the floor. "Yeah."

"...I... I had a great time tonight, Emma."

Even though she admitted that she couldn't stand the movie, Emma could
feel the truth in that. And there was no denying that she was enjoying
being with Summer tonight. They hadn't done much other than cuddle in
the back rows and share a bucket of popcorn, but it was enough. It was
worth it. It was why Emma felt this way. And why she was overcome with a
sense of preservation, towards only the evening, to just let it linger
like this.

And so she went about extending it, as her feelings demanded. "Do you
wanna come in for some coffee or something...?"

"Yeah," Summer's smile brightened, "I'd like that a lot."

Emma gave her a gentle smile before taking her keys out of her back
pocket and slipping them into the keyhole. She opened the door and
stepped inside, all the while motioning for Summer to follow suit. The
girl from Atlantic High did just that and trailed after Emma into the
Anderson home, looking around and checking the place out. Emma watched
Summer's actions from the corner of her eye just before she closed the
door behind them and asked,

"How'd you take your coffee? Black?"

Summer shrugged. "Fine by me."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Emma strode off down the corridor and turned a left into what was
obviously the kitchen. Summer stood in the doorway, a little bit lost as
to what she should do. Then she took note of the coffee table near the
stairs. Next to the answering machine (which was blinking with two
unanswered messages) was a gold-framed photograph of Emma at a beach. She
stood happy and grinning in an electric blue two-piece bikini alongside
two other people. One of them was a little boy of about fifteen years
age, Emma's kid brother, Daniel. The other was a middle-aged woman a
good twenty years Emma's senior, her mother, Dinah. The picture was
taken at least two years ago judging by the changes in the current
Emma's distinctions, but she looked happy there. Summer smiled gently
and pressed her fingertips against the glass of the frame.

At that point, Emma stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway.
"...Summer...?

"...Uh huh?"

Emma's eyes rolled from Summer's face to the picture she was touching.
"Oh, you're not looking at that are you? I keep telling my Mom to get
rid of it."

"Why?" Summer picked it up and stared at the younger Emma. "I just
never would have guessed it, that's all. You've always been this
cute?"

After hearing that, Emma was provoked into blushing. Her head darted back
into the kitchen whilst she said, "I'll be ready in a sec, okay? Go
into the living room. Relax for a bit."

"Sure." Summer replied, putting the picture down gently.

She soon found herself wandering down the corridor and into the living
room from there. When there Summer smoothed out her sandstone trousers
and sat down over Emma's beige-colour couch. It was quite comfortable
really. And with her head tilted back, she tried to ease in and enjoy it,
an act that was in no way unconnected to her current nervousness around
Emma. Then moments later Emma walked into the room from the hallway with
two cups of coffee in hand. She came up to her date, smiled, and
presented her with one of them.

"Here you go." Emma offered.

Summer took her mug and nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem." Replied the brunette. She then sat down close to Summer
on the couch, close enough to hear her beautiful intakes of breath. In a
way, they were both quite aware of the other's nervousness. That
nervousness was odd in its own away. After all, the last time they had
met, they'd spent the afternoon frenching and necking. But this was
different. That didn't really strike either of them as a sign of this
becoming a relationship. But what they had just gone on was a date. And
when Emma thought about it, it had to be some representation of stronger
feelings on their part.

Emma sipped her coffee in silence, ruminating on that. It probably
wasn't even a question if they liked each other anymore. If that was the
case, then the real question was, what was her relationship with Summer
actually becoming?  It might have all just been forward thinking if you
considered the fact that they had only gone out on ONE date, but... Emma
knew for a fact that she'd never felt so comfortable with someone else
before. Kris was her best friend, without a shadow of a doubt, but they
were friends, nothing more. And what she got from Summer was so
different. They weren't like-minded but they understood each other.
Sheer attraction went without saying. Upon thinking of it, Emma was
willing to take this further than flirtation and make-out sessions. It
wasn't like she wanted Summer to propose to her or anything, but she did
want something. Something that more or less said `we can have each other
and no one else... for now'.

The silence between the two grew as Emma went into even deeper
reflection. In her mind, what she was thinking of was commitment. Not in
practice, obviously, she and Summer were nowhere near that stage yet.
What Emma was thinking of was being exclusive. But when she thought about
that she realized that it was too early to ask for even that. Kris had
told her in the past that she expected too much from girls too soon in
relationships, and how it could be kind of a turn-off. That was the last
mistake that Emma wanted to with Summer.

But how could she handle this?

Knowing that she wanted Summer all to herself was one thing but saying
that to her without sounding like some bunny-boiling freak or an insecure
kid was another. Was there really any non-threatening way to say `I want
you to be my girlfriend' after a single date?

Emma rolled her eyes towards her beautiful blonde with the mug
strategically place against her lips. From there she could see the blonde
girl drinking her coffee slowly. Her eyes were focused on a target ahead
of her, until she felt Emma staring at her. When she stared back she
smiled.

"...What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Emma put her coffee down on the centre table. "I was just
thinking."

Summer smirked. "You gonna let the rest of the class in on it?"

"...I probably shouldn't."

It was then that Summer's exquisite smile fell. Just as Emma had done,
the Atlantic High student put the mug down and turned to the brunette.
"...Am I missing something here?"

"Don't worry about it," Was the only thing Emma put forth.

"You can't just say something like that and expect me to drop it."

"It's really not important, Summer."

Summer frowned again, searching Emma out with her eyes. "...Look, did I
do something wrong? I mean I thought we were having fun."

"We were," Emma paused.  "I mean we are. You didn't do anything,
Summer. It's not you."

"Well then what's the problem?"

"If I told you, you'd think I was crazy," She admitted.

"It's not something kinky, is it?" Summer pulled a sly grin.

Emma blushed. "...No. It's just that... do you think we could be like...
girlfriends?"

"Are you asking me that figuratively?"

"No."

There was silence for a minute as Emma looked with uncomfortable, squirmy
hope into the blank expression of her blonde love interest. Seconds later
that very same blonde love interest burst into chuckles. Emma frowned
with a pout as Summer started off with earnest laughter. In Emma's ears
it was so frank that it actually irritated her.

Emma crossed her arms and turned away in a childish huff. "I'm glad you
find it so funny."

"I'm sorry...!" Summer sobered up enough to speak, "It's just... why
would I think you're crazy for asking me that?"

"Because I don't wanna, you know, push you."

"Emma, you're not `pushing' me. I think it's sweet." She admitted.
"Though, to be honest, I sort of thought that after tonight, you and I
kinda already were... girlfriends."

The sparkle returned to Emma's eyes. "You're not just saying that, are
you?"

"Of course not," Summer turned her a pretty, seductive smile.  "Now
come here."

Once she peeked at that smile from the corner of her eyes, there was no
way that Emma could find the strength to resist it. Quickly she turned
back to face Summer. Her hands reached out to the girl and settled with
poise on either side of the platinum blonde's hips. Summer beamed and
rested both her wrists on Emma's thin shoulders, curling her hands
around the teen's neck and interlocking her fingers. The two girls
smiled at each other for prolonged moments, just relishing being near one
and other.

Then Summer stared at what was becoming a favoured part of Emma's
anatomy, that little button nose of hers, in particular, the rusty
snowflakes adorning it. "I don't think I'll ever get over how cute my
girlfriend's freckles are."

Maybe things weren't as complicated as she thought after all. Emma
giggled in her flattery. And then those giggles then became a sustained
moan when Summer lustily leaned in across the couch and kissed her. Emma
just couldn't stop giggling, until she felt Summer's soft lips pressed
against her own and swiftly, happy giggles became protracted moans. Emma
sighed into Summer's kiss and tilted her head to one side, parting her
lips. Her probing hands wound their way around Summer's body, sliding up
her back, concealed by that deep blue jeans jacket. Emma's hands soon
reached up to the nape of Summer's neck where they paused. She pulled
the blonde closer to her, deepening their kiss, feeling her girlfriend's
groans, her warmth against her own body. Soon Summer felt herself fading
against Emma's lips. Her body leaned back across the couch until her
head came down upon the armrest. All the while Emma somehow maintained
their kiss. The auburn-haired teenager mounted Summer by the hips,
folding her legs either side of the girl. Then soon after her hands
slipped away from Summer's neck and slid down towards the zipper of the
blonde's trousers.

At that point Summer opened her eyes. While Emma's hands strained to
pull down the metal zip of her bottoms, she reluctantly broke their kiss,
panting, and placed a staying hand on both of Emma's.

"Wait," She whispered, breathlessly.

Emma blinked. "Huh? W-what's wrong?"

"Should we... you know... be doing this here?" Summer asked. "It's just
that I don't wanna get you in trouble if your mom or your brother
suddenly came home or something."

Emma smiled and leaned back down over the body of her lover, dipping
herself into the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. She bathed
herself in Summer's scent, just before placing a gentle butterfly kiss
on the tensile flesh there. Summer shut her eyes again and simply let
herself enjoy it. The way that Emma's lips felt against her skin was
like magic. So tender and so light, it was as though there were nothing
else like it.

Emma replied between the kisses she planted along Summer's neck.
"Don't worry about it. Neither one of them will be back for hours. This
is our time now. I... I can't wait any longer."

"You don't have to," Summer replied, before clasping Emma by the
softness that was her freckled cheeks, "I'm not going anywhere..."

And so they kissed again. But this one was much more demanding than the
former. As soon as Emma descended on her, Summer curled her arms around
the woman's neck to hold her as tight and as close as possible. Her
mouth prised open Emma's, and without hesitation thrust her tongue
between her lips. Emma sobbed at the intrusion of Summer's tongue into
her mouth and flicked at it with her own. Bathed in saliva, their tongues
flicked at and caressed each other, repeatedly; their gentle kiss
devolving into one that was unambiguously passionate.

Emma's hands returned to their job of unfurling Summer's trousers. She
fumbled in her haste to undo them. But after a brief struggle she managed
to pull down the zipper all the way. Summer quickly broke their kiss to
help Emma pull them down the length of her long legs, without forcing
Emma to get up. So the blonde slowly kicked off her shoes and allowed
those stonewashes to drop off of her. Then immediately she resumed her
kiss with Emma, her black lace panties newly bared before the world.

Emma moaned into their lip-lock again. And before she was even aware of
it, her adorably rounded ass started a slow and teasing gyration above
Summer's panty-covered crotch. She took every stroke with placid calm
and smoothness, moving back and forth in little strides that made their
mark. But Emma didn't even realize she was doing it until she heard
Summer whimper into her mouth abruptly. So she broke their kiss again.
And instantly Summer's arms curled around her back and her hands sealed
themselves against either one of her shoulders. With her mouth wide open
and her eyes wide shut, Summer broke out a breathless gasp.

"...Emma..." She sobbed.

The chocolate-haired teen beamed lustily when she heard Summer moan her
name out like that. In truth, that alone turned her on. And so the gentle
strokes of her ass over Summer's crotch continued as they were. But
Summer regained enough of herself to respond. She softly pressed her
palms up against her lover's shoulders to push her up a bit. Then she
reached for the underside of Emma's sunflower-yellow shirt. Summer
pushed it up and above her ample and bounding breasts, supported by that
nuisance of a white-lace bra. Then she paused for only a moment to stop
and admire their beautiful teenage girth. Emma's breasts were
mouth-watering. Summer then reached behind Emma's back and attempted to
unhook the bra. Emma, who still stroked her ass backwards and forwards
for her lover's pleasure, stole yet another kiss from her as this
happened. But her arms reached around her back also, just to help Summer
get the bra off of her. They worked together to unlock the bitch, and
once they did, Emma tossed onto the pile formed of Summer's trousers and
shoes.

With her eyes locked on Emma's chest, Summer rose up from the armrest of
the couch. She quickly tugged some of her long tresses of blonde behind
her ear and opened her mouth. Then Emma's throat chortled a gasp when
Summer's mouth devoured the cerise nipple of her left breast. The living
room of the Anderson household was showered with the slight but frantic
moans of its oldest progeny. Summer suckled at the rigid and erect nipple
with the zealousness of a fanatic, sucking and biting, drenching it in
her saliva. Emma leaned her head back and sobbed openly as she felt
Summer's sucking of her; then shuddered when one of the Atlantic High
student's hands groped at her opposing breast. Summer's grasp turned
into a temperate kneading, tantalizing the soft creamy flesh with
exceeding warmth.

Emma felt herself melting. She was in heaven! "Oh, Summer..."

Her fingertips ran themselves through Summer's platinum hair and held
her in place. The wet smacking and slurping of Summer's ministrations
joined with the sounds of Emma's paced moans. Unintentionally Emma
ceased her humping of Summer's panties, feeling only the careful sucking
of Summer's mouth on her left breast and the rhythmic caress of
Summer's hand on her right. Emma moaned and laboured through more
pleasure and passion than she'd ever known possible. It wasn't her
first time and it evidently wasn't Summer's, but in that blonde's arms
she felt as receptive and delicate as any virgin would have.

Moments afterwards, Summer slowly pulled her mouth from Emma's left
breast. A thin strand of saliva linking her lips to Emma's nipple broke
when she did. The wide pink aureole was soaked in her oral wetness.
Summer smiled at her handiwork and took a quick kiss from Emma. Right
before asking;

"Lean back, okay?"

She was so far gone that all she could reply with was, "...Okay..."

Emma did what was requested of her and leaned backwards, unwillingly
freeing herself from Summer's embrace. She pressed her back against the
other armrest and let her left leg dangle off the edge of the couch.
Summer drew her legs back from under the girl while she did this and slid
them under herself, kneeling on the throw pillows before Emma's open
thighs. Once they were in a better position Summer reached behind her and
deftly removed the sandals from Emma's feet. She threw then into the
pile of their clothing near the sofa and went on to unzip her
girlfriend's khakis. She briefly slid them down the brunette's legs and
pulled them off of her entirely. The last thing standing in the way were
Emma's panties, also white lace.

Summer took a proud note of the damp spot on them, as well as the smell
of vaginal arousal that they reeked of. She worked her fingers beneath
their folds and pulled them down Emma's hips, thighs and legs until Emma
pulled up her loose leg to allow it off. It was left dangling on her left
ankle. Summer then moved between Emma's thighs; let her right hand sneak
down between her hips, and left them poised before the moist vulva of her
brown-haired vixen. She rubbed the tips of two of her fingers, her index
and middle, up and down it. Emma shuddered every time she did. Summer
parted her labia for that instance and noted the absence of Emma's
hymen. They had admitted that neither of them was sexually inexperienced
but all the same there were... boundaries that needed permission to be
broken.

"Can I?" Summer asked of her. "I mean... are you cool with it?"

Emma cupped her cheek and nodded innocently. "...I need you to..."

That was all she required. Summer smiled and kissed Emma's freckled
right cheek. She leaned over her body thereafter with her fingers still
poised at the opening at the holiest-of-holies. There was a protracted
pause, ridden with silence, perhaps soiled only by Emma's impatient,
heavy breathing. That was shattered when Emma reflexively cried out upon
having Summer thrust those fingers straight up her vagina. Her eyes
locked shut and her arms secured a tense grip around the blonde woman's
body, her toes curled up, her mouth hung open and her back arched, as she
was left impaled on the lengthy fingers of her lover.

Summer remained unmoving for a moment, her fingers embedded in Emma's
steamy and sopping opening right up to the knuckles. She might not have
been a virgin but the tightness of her pussy begged to differ. Summer
marvelled at the feeling of Emma's hot vaginal walls clamping and
unclamping around her fingers, as well as the guttural moans they were
provoking. And after a slight pause for her in enjoying that, Summer
began thrusting.

It was slow at first. She slid out in one stroke and then pushed in for a
reprising one. That was the pace, in and out, in and out. Emma's head
rolled to one side of her on the armrest and her whole body tightened.
Her room-filling moans became ravenous, rhythmic and consistent pants.
Summer's actions responded and her thrusts soon picked up velocity. In
and out strokes became shorter and faster as Emma's panting grew more
hoarse and more strained. Summer branched herself out over Emma and
nuzzled herself against her neck to kiss the sparkling flesh that lay
there. All the while her carefully thrusting transformed into a careful
fucking. Emma gasped and writhed beneath her attentive blonde, hips
bucking hotly against Summer's plunging. Unconsciously Emma pushed her
hands up Summer's back, underneath the fabric of her designer jeans
jacket. Her French-tipped fingernails drew trenches into Summer's back
as she sobbed, panted and groaned through arguably the most intense
pleasure she'd ever experienced.

And from then on the two of them moved and squirmed with each other in a
kind of synchronized resonance. Emma's body jerked back and forth to
meet with Summer's thrusts of her, while Summer rode along with her. All
the stronger inside Emma was the trembling feeling that something, a dam
or a coil, was being strained and was threatening to break. And so it
did. Finally a passion-ridden scream from her throat pierced the room.
Summer quickly kissed Emma to smother it, while Emma she was overtaken by
the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Her back arched once more and
the walls of her pussy clamped ever tighter around Summer's fingers in a
vice grip. A gushing rush of vaginal secretions flooded free from her
nether regions and doused her lover's hand. Emma's liquids were tossed
about the couch beneath her as well as its throw pillows, but regardless,
she merely gasped and moaned into Summer's mouth from the forcefulness
of her climax.

Bit by bit her moans mellowed out until all that was left was a faint but
rapid panting. And she went limp beneath Summer, groggily aware of the
woman's fingers slowly unsheathing themselves from her, as well as the
accompanying kisses Summer dropped along the muscles of her neck,
administered just to soothe her. A short time afterwards she became aware
of her blonde girlfriend smiling down at her with the most sunny and
tranquil smile you could ever imagine, fully living up to its bearer's
name, `Summer'.

"Are you okay...?"

"I won't be," Emma pulled her into a weak but loving embrace, "if you
ever let me go..."

**********

Chris Angel says,

* How was that? Not bad, was it? As usual, feel free to e-mail me your
thoughts!

* Sorry that Bonnie/Kris took a back seat this chapter. I just wanted to
expand on the Summer and Emma situation before I moved on. Probably
`cause it's been a while since I've written a sex scene between two
people who actually care about each other.

* By the way, I'm aware that `Hitch' was a film released ages ago but
bare with me, I'm a sucker for it.