Date: Sat, 26 Jun 1999 05:09:47 -0700 From: sam Subject: My Love (lesbian, young friendships--relationships) Disclaimer--if you don't like it, don't read it. Easy! :) --- My Love by Samantha (the_one_from_below) Part 1--Kara - I can't stand this torture anymore. If she licks her lips one more time, I'm gonna scream. She is so beautiful. She is Kara, and she is my best friend. For the fifth time in the last six days we were skipping school and hanging out under the bridge together. She was busy moaning about some guy that she had met. They had messed around and then he left her because she wanted him to commit and be her boyfriend. I feel so bad for her, and also angry at her for being so blind to my feelings. She keeps searching and searching for someone to love her, but all she finds are hot but dumb guys who want her for her body. She doesn't seem to know it, but she is so delicate--as glass--and like glass, she gets cracked from the mis-handling of the careless guys who she lets paw her around. She needs someone to hold her and cherish her, to worship her for the wonderful, special girl that she is. She has a gorgeous body, but my feelings for her go much deeper than just physical attraction. She has a presence, a kind of aura that draws other people to her. Her laugh is infectious and lovely when she isn't trying self-consciously to change it. She is always looking for someone, but she never looks my way. I always joke with her, and I've proposed to her at least twice. She tries on clothes right in front of me and brushes away my gasps of awe at her beauty with comments of demeaning self-worthlessness. Just the sight of her makes me feel like I'm both in heaven and in hell at the same time. When she eats, I feel like dying while watching her fantastic mouth, or maybe just knocking her down on the table, spilling food everywhere, and just kiss her so deep that I can taste her soul. When we are together all I can think of is how much I wish I could just put my arms around her and hold her close and breathe in the smell of her hair. So much of our time together she spends depressed, and she has such low self-esteem. I wish there was some way I could tell her how much I love her and not lose her. --- "I gotta pee." "So go pee. There's a bathroom in Wal-mart." "Are you kidding? That's, like, a mile away!" "So go in the water then." I replied, pointing to the river that was rushing next to us. I leaned back against a rock and stared at the underside of the bridge. The roaring of the river filled my ears, but it wasn't loud enough to drown out what was going through my head. I felt cloth smack my arm and I sat up and shot Kara an incredulous look. "And what exactly am I supposed to do with these?" I asked, holding up her "Thursday" underwear on one pinky. "Watch them for me." She replied, squatting down over the water. Eww, I had meant out of my view, thank you. "Watch them do what? Are they going to dance?" She laughed in reply. Not wanting to appear odd (odder than usual, anyway), I studied the graffiti on the wall, the rocks, the underside of the bridge, everywhere but where I so desperately wanted to look. I heard a moan and my eyes whipped to look at her. She was washing herself in the river, having squatted lower, and the water was rushing rapidly through her open legs. "Wow, this feels good." She sighed and closed her eyes for a second. I couldn't take it anymore. This was too much, watching my crush get aroused by the water touching her in places I would never get to feel. This was way, way too much for me to deal with. I got up quickly and ran to the other side of the supporting wall at the end of the bridge. I heard splashing and then wet feet smacking the pavement as she ran after me. "Samantha, what's wrong?" She asked worriedly. She hadn't rolled her skirt back down and I could see drops of water glistening in the nest of her pubic hair. I don't know what prompted me to do what I did next. I must have had a sixth sense. Sometimes I wonder if it was just the arousal of the water that made her open to my invitation, or if she had felt this way all along. Moving seemingly by itself, my hand stroked through her hair--not the hair I long to feel, but her beautiful blond tresses that were out of their customary up-with-butterflies `do. I stared at my hand like I'd never seen it before as it pulled through that shining hair, my other hand slipping around her waist and pulling her slowly toward me. She resisted for a split second, and my heart stopped, but then she moved and pressed against me willingly. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer and closer. I placed both hands on her waist like I had laid at night fantasizing about for the past year. I licked my lips and looked into her eyes. A look of mutual consent passed between us, and we kissed. It was all I had ever dreamed of, and more. The taste of her mouth was exquisite and the feel of her tongue slipping over mine was beyond description. Finally, I pulled away, breathless, and softly pushed her back against the wall, my fingers stroking lightly over her shirt where her breasts pushed at the light cotton shirt she wore. Her nipples got hard at the stimulation and poked out of the fabric. I pushed her shirt up and moved my mouth over her upper body, relishing the taste of her salty skin. I flicked my tongue lightly over her breast and as I sucked at her nipple, my fingers stroked downward and pressed between her legs. She loosened the muscles in her thighs and spread her legs apart to give my fingers more access. I probed one finger into her hot wetness and she moaned. This moan excited me even more than the one at the river did, possibly because this time it was me causing it. I bit at her chest gently and she moaned again, pulling away from the wall and arching her back. She pulled me to the ground with her and lay back with her legs spread wide open for me. I stared, mesmerized by what lay before me, then buried my face between her legs, sucking and licking at her clit. She moaned and writhed on the ground and her fingers scraped into the dirt, pulling up small pebbles as she breathed heavily into the hot June air. I slowed down and sped up, torturing her body with sensations she had never felt before. I pulled her clit lightly between my teeth and flicked my tongue back and forth over it quickly. Kara sat up on her elbows, squeezing her legs together, trapping my head where it was (not like I even wanted to leave that position, anyway). She put one hand on the back of my head and pushed her pussy harder into my mouth. I responded by eating her more vigorously and viciously. Her whole body shook and she let out one long moan as she came. I sat back, perched on my knees, and looked at her. She was breathing slowly now and had her eyes half-closed. She looked more content than I had ever seen her. Even after what I had just done, I was still afraid that I might lose her, but she smiled at me and that smile reassured me that all was well. I stood up and offered her my hand to help her up. She didn't let go of my hand as we walked back toward the river. She didn't let go even as we walked back toward the school to catch our buses. Some people gave us some funny looks, especially when she turned and kissed me when we were stopped at a corner. There were only a few days of school left and then a whole summer of possibilities. I gazed at this goddess holding my hand beside me and I thought of the months ahead the way a small child thinks of christmas. Who knows what wonderful present I was going to unwrap next? As we parted ways for our separate buses she touched my arm and whispered, "I'll call you tonight." And then she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and was gone. I can't believe this! This is terrific! In my mind I saw calendar pages turning--June, July, August. Three months of freedom. Three months with Kara. Kara, my best friend. Kara, the girl that I love. -TBC