Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:45:49 +0000
From: Jen
Subject: Crushed (F/f)

When I was younger I was continually falling prey to the most terrible
crushes. Whether this was down to my foolish romantic heart, or just the
folly of youth, I don't know, and to be honest I don't care. Those crushes
have left me some of my fondest memories of my young life.

Sometimes the subject of my heart's desire would be someone close to me,
such as a friend, and sometimes it would be a figure I could worship from
afar, such as my beautiful French teacher. More often than not it would be
a woman, even though I'm predominantly straight in my adult life. It just
seems that women made more fitting targets of my swooning romanticism. But
the one crush that returns to my adult fantasies the most often, the one
who remains my goddess, is the one I will tell you about here.  I was, as
my mother described me, 13 going on 25. I had developed physically ahead of
my peers, and combined with my natural sociability, had managed to get
myself into plenty of mischief for such a young age. Though still a virgin,
I had already started along the path of sexual exploration, and had a habit
for falling in with the wrong crowd. My mother despaired about where my
dabbling with drink, drugs and late nights would lead me, perhaps because
she had been a teenage mother herself.

So it was that I found myself whisked away from the perils of the big city
for the summer. A friend of my mother's had leant us their holiday home,
although when I say "home" it was little more than a hut, as were all the
"baches" in the region. What made them special was the location. Each bach
was set a stone's throw from the beach, for this was a region of bays and
harbours. Isolated and private, they made the ultimate getaway.  The
nearest town was reached by your own boat if you were rich, or water taxi
if you were like me and my mother. A small price to pay for your own
private slice of deserted golden sand.

Despite all this I was quickly bored. I was, after all, thirteen. I tried
to fill my days with sunbathing, reading and swimming, and when I could get
away I would sneak away into the woods behind our bach and dip into my
small stash of cannabis, an enjoyable vice taught to me by my best friend.

So there I sat, bored, lonely and bronzed by the sun. It was two days
before we were due to go home, and I had swum out to a floating platform
anchored in the middle of our bay.  There were a couple of other holiday
homes in the bay, but they were (so I thought) deserted. I was sunning
myself idly when a splash made me turn my head.  Coming from across the
little bay was a stranger, swimming directly towards the platform. All I
could see of the woman who would soon become my goddess was her tanned
arms, slowly but surely turning through the clear blue water. Intrigued, I
sat up, and instinctively adjusted myself. I was sitting with my legs
dangling in the water, twisting around to face her approaching the far side
of the small platform. I wore a blue and white striped bikini and my long
brown hair had dried crazily after swimming out from the beach. I ran my
fingers through it and tossed it over one shoulder, hoping it would do.
Looking back I know that I was (frankly) pretty hot, but at the time I
hadn't yet grown fully confident in my newly womanly body. Lacking my
customary sunglasses, I squinted at the sparkling wet figure who was just
now reaching the platform.

And then she was there, two hands grasping the edge of the platform, and
she hauled herself up out of the water. I was stunned, and the for an
eternal moment she was frozen in my mind's eye, eternally poised half in,
half out of the water. She was a vision, I had never seen anyone so
beautiful in all my young life, and I never have since.  I may have been a
girl in a woman's body, but here before me was the real thing. Her wet head
was framed by a deliciously messy crown of jet black hair, a little under
shoulder length and dripping water. Within this setting sparkled two
grey-blue eyes, looking right into mine, and the whole stunning effect was
amplified to a heartbreaking crescendo by the brilliant smile she was
beaming at me. As this eternal moment dragged on I drank in the rest of
her. Those long, lean arms planted on the edge as she hoisted herself out
of the water, that shapely waist, pinched in above a soft, flat belly,
those breasts, a little smaller than my own, but of a perfectly divine
shape. She wore a backless gold one piece swimsuit, with ties on her hips
that left both her long flanks bare.

I suddenly felt as if I were gawping, and flicking my gaze back to her face
I saw that she was still looking directly at me. And that smile, oh that
beautiful smile was still beaming.

"Hi!", she said, and swung herself sideways to sit on the edge of the
platform, half facing away from me, showing her beautiful figure from the
rear for the first time.

"Hi...", I managed, hoping to sound casual. She pulled her legs out of the
water and turned so that she was on all fours. And then slowly, languidly,
she began to come forward on her hands and knees, like a cat. There was a
twinkle in her eye, and looking back I realise it must have been obvious
from the look on my face how struck I was. She was loving the attention,
and was playing with me.

O such a crush! To fall so deeply and quickly under the spell. As she
slinked over to my side of the platform I noticed her belly beneath the
gold swimsuit panted slightly from the swim, and her legs were long, so
long. I wanted to be her, to be near her, to drown myself in her beautiful
eyes.

"You seemed a little surprised" she said, matter-of-factly as she reached
my side of the platform and sat down next to me, a little bit closer
together than strangers do.  I had to get myself together quickly if I
didn't want to come across as an idiot. I revised my stupid gawk into a
nice smile and opened my mouth, hoping for something useful to come out.

"I didn't know anybody else was in the bay." I tried.

"Ah, so I'm a mermaid appearing out of the sea!" she twinkled.

I laughed, and held out my hand, she took it gently, and we exchanged
names.  Everything seemed pleasant, and I felt I was recovering well from
my earlier passive role.  We began to chat, it turned out she had been
living in the bach on the other side of the bay on and off for the whole
time I had been there. My heart ached! I had spent so many days this summer
bored and lonely when this lovely person had been so close to me!  I wanted
to know everything about her, and was glad she asked plenty of questions
about me, so that I didn't seem like a stalker.

"I take the water taxi into town a few times a week," she said "I'm
surprised we haven't met before"

"I've been pretty much stuck here. With my mum in that one" I said,
pointing out our bach "Are you here with anyone?"

"Nope, just little old me. I'm looking after this place for someone. It
doesn't cost me anything, which is good since I study in town. Although if
my modelling keeps going the way it has it looks like I might be able to
chuck studying in completely!"

"I thought you must be a model" I gushed a little too enthusiastically, and
blushed. She laughed a sweet little laugh,

"Mostly just catalogues and that. But I've been getting swimwear and a
couple of fashion jobs, which pays better. Ever done any modelling?"  "No"
"You could" she said, smiling. "How old are you?"  "17" "You liar!" she
giggled, joshing me on the thigh. I laughed and still blushing from before,
I came clean. She was nineteen, she said. Looking back that seems so young,
but to me at thirteen a nineteen year old was a mature woman. This was a
woman in grown up situations, she knew about the world, about men, about
love. She even had her own money and a place to live. She seemed perfect to
me.

We chatted a little longer, during which she absent-mindedly put her arms
behind her head and leant back, stretching with her eyes closed. I took the
opportunity to cast my gaze over her beautiful body once more, and for the
first time I realised how smitten I was. A hot feeling welled up inside
me. I was always happy for my crushes, but normally when I idolised a grown
woman I did it from afar. I felt flustered and excited and, I must admit,
really turned on.

She broke from her stretch and looked at me,

"Have you had lunch? I'm starving."  No, I said. My mum had set aside
leftovers from last night.  "To hell with leftovers!" she laughed "Come
over to mine and I'll make you lunch" "I'd love to" I smiled back, hoping I
could still swim with butterflies in my stomach.  We swam across the bay to
her place. The water was clear and refreshing after sitting in the sun. Her
little bach was directly opposite where I was staying, but set behind a
small row of trees at the top of the beach. She emerged from the water
ahead of me and turned, holding out her hand. I took it, and she smiled at
me as she led me up the beach into her world.

The bach was old and ragged, even smaller than our own. It had a single
room fronted with glass doors leading onto a small deck. Kitchen fittings
in one corner, and double bed in another, and an old sofa on the deck. A
wind chime hung outside the door and she had thrown around a lot of little
girly touches to make the place her own.  She swept into the place and
immediately busied herself in the refrigerator, still dripping water from
her lovely body.

"Can you get me a towel?" she asked, and pointed to them. I brought one for
each of us, and she stopped what she was doing while we both dried our
hair. In the midst of this, she caught my eye, and for a moment I read what
she was thinking. Relax, her eyes said.  There's just the two of us here,
and we're going to have a nice time. She wrinkled her nose at me and asked,

"White wine alright?"

"Of course" I said, ecstatic that she seemed determined to treat me like an
adult She whipped up a light lunch of salad, bread and wine which we ate on
the deck in the sun, still wearing our swimsuits. To the delight of us both
we got along fabulously. We had exactly the same sense of humour. I loved
her glamorous modelling tales, and she seemed to get a kick out of my
stories of youthful misadventure.

I noticed some steps leading up past the house,

"Where do those go?" I asked

"Aha!" She said, leaping up from her chair and grabbing her wine glass "I
haven't shown you the piece-de-resistance yet!"

She led me up the steps, her shapely hips swinging before me and her head
wreathed by the glorious sun. At the top was a grassy terrace, higher than
the house but still facing onto the bay. Soft grass was bordered by
flowering plants and sunlight filled the space.  "Welcome to my secret
garden" she smiled, striking a dramatic pose for me. I giggled, and she
took my hand and swept me around in style of all the best musicals.

"And do you know the best thing about this place" she said, as I struggled
to concentrate on how anything other than close she had now pulled me. Her
hand briefly touched my hip and she twirled me again. I shook me head,
hoping her little demonstration would continue.

"From down in the bay," she went on "no one can see up here. Absolutely
perfect," she paused, "for getting rid of those tan lines!" She stepped
back from me and, theatrically, pulled the string at the hip of her suit. I
had noticed her tan was perfectly even already, but now for my viewing she
pulled the two strings apart, and revealed even more of her beautiful
flesh. From her shapely buttock, now half exposed, my eyes tracked over her
hip to her brown belly and up to her chest where the suit still clung over
her breast. Sure enough, no tan lines could be seen. I thought about my own
patchy tan, and decided to change the subject. She was still grinning
triumphantly and holding her flimsy suit open for my inspection. I wondered
for a moment if she wanted me to reach out and touch her.  I had to find
some way back into the conversation. This goddess had a way of disarming me
and reducing me to open-mouthed adoration. I had to regain some equality in
this exchange.

"This would be a great place for a little spliff, too. I have to sneak out
the back and hide up the hill."

She shot me a mischievous look.

"You have some with you?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"A little, back at mine." Very little, I felt like saying. I was going home
in couple of days, but it would stretch to the two of us if it had to.

"Want to help me get rid of it?" I said, and bless my young heart, I
actually winked at her!

"Lovely! That settles it!" she said "Come over tomorrow! You shall bring
your evil weed and your pretty smile and I shall provide the food, wine and
hospitality. We can laugh ourselves silly in the sun as we get rid of those
tan lines!"

Was this glamorous, sexy woman actually asking me to spend the day with
her?  To sunbathe naked? My head swam.

My goddess laughed and hugged me. I put my arms around her and touched the
bare skin of her back for the first time. The toes of one foot were
touching mine in what seemed like shockingly casual intimacy. Before
pulling away she kissed my neck. She smiled as if we'd known each other for
ages, and I felt like we had.

"I'd better tell my mum" I said, feeling like a child.

"Ok," she said "I'd like to meet her"

She stopped downstairs to throw a pretty summer dress, short and floaty,
over her revealing swimsuit. Sunglasses, sandals and a touch of summery
lippy later she looked like instant supermodel. She offered me some of the
lip gloss and I took it gladly, thinking it made us look the same.

The walk back to my place was short, and we arrived too soon. She and my
mother met and exchanged pleasantries, the end result of which was that my
mother said she was happy for me to spend as much time across the bay as I
wanted. It was an arrangement which after four weeks in close proximity
suited us both. I wanted to turn around and walk back straight away, but
alas the conversation turned to dinner, at which point my new goddess
mentioned that she had to be in town that night. I would have to wait until
tomorrow, and she pecked me on the cheek as a goodbye. She walked off, and
I felt crestfallen, buoyed only by the smile and wave she turned to offer
as she gracefully wandered down the beach. Her legs went for miles, and I
wanted to be her.

That night she was in my head as I drifted off to sleep and she came to me
in my dreams.  She was standing in front of me as before on the terrace,
her swimsuit strings undone and posing for my pleasure. Her radiant smile
was fixed on me, and her eyes were like pools I could fall into. The suit
was one piece at front, but tied like a bikini behind and at the hips. My
hand reached out towards her smooth skin and I touched her in the small of
her back. She kept smiling and I ran my hand along her cool, smooth skin. I
explored as much as was exposed to me and felt my desire rising. She felt
warm and soft and I was intoxicated. Letting the strings go, she pulled me
close, desire now showing in her eyes. I felt our bodies come together and
we writhed gently together for what seemed like forever.

I woke from the dream to find one hand between my legs, the other teasing a
nipple. My mother was asleep in her bed, although the sun was streaming
between the curtains. I slipped into the bathroom and began to run a
shower. Trembling, I stepped into its warm, wet embrace and brought the
memory of the dream back to mind. I had never felt so erotic, and my
fingers went to my clitoris. Squeezing some shower gel onto my body I
rubbed it all over and imagined it was her doing it. Two fingers were in my
pussy, my thumb on my clit and I frigged myself lovingly. My free hand ran
to my nipples, my mouth, my breasts, my stomach, to my buttocks, and down
the cleft, over my pretty pink arsehole to feel the other hand buried in my
body. I frigged and I frigged until my orgasm came sweeping over me and,
dizzied, I crouched down under the shower and let its heat wash over
me. This crush was like no other before it, and I smiled to myself as the
hot water ran down my face.

Having collected my senses and had breakfast with my mother, I gathered my
things for the day. I put on my other bikini, a swirly patterned orange and
white number which, I noticed, showed my tan lines from the other suit. I
would have to get one which tied at the sides, like she had, I thought. A
big hat, my beach bag, sunglasses and some jean shorts completed the set,
although my mother insisted on a cotton shirt to keep the sun off before
she would let me go. Little did she know that there was nowhere that the
sun would not shine on today!

I walked along the beach to her place feeling surprisingly relaxed and
confident. I idly kicked at the sand and admired my legs. They had looked
long enough in the mirror before leaving, but now they looked short and
dumpy. I frowned and tried not to think about it.

She was standing on the deck when I arrived and surprised me by skipped
down the steps and kissing me on the lips as a greeting. Not a sexual kiss,
just a friendly one, but I was flattered nonetheless.

She wore a cute brown skirt to a little above the knee, and a little white
top that made her messy black hair look amazing. She looked both desirably
womanly and playfully girly, and her smile made me feel instantly felt at
home.

We chatted excitedly while carrying things up to the terrace and I was
pleased that we were getting on so well again. We planned to spend the
whole day lazing up there and took a beach umbrella for some shade, food,
wine, trashy magazines, and I produced, with a small ceremony, my paltry
stash of weed. She laid out her towel and I followed suit, knowing that the
presumed next step was that I would have to take my clothes off in front of
her. Instead she produced some snacks, poured me a glass of sparkling cold
white, and, sitting on her towel, started to roll a spliff. Up until this
point I had thought that this was the most cosmopolitan, glamorous woman
alive, but I had to laugh when I saw her attempts at rolling. She tried to
rectify things by concentrating fiercely, and subconsciously stuck her
tongue out of the corner of her mouth. I thought it was charming, and felt
a wave of affection for her. She was fallible after all.  I sat down with
her and gently took the papers and weed off her, rolling us a passable
joint. She laughed at my chiding of her and gave me a quick hug around the
shoulders. With my hands full, I was unable to hug her back, and she broke
away too soon, but her hand brushed casually over my inner thigh, high up
near my crotch. My heart trilled. She acted as if nothing had happened, but
I felt sure she had done it on purpose.

We shared the spliff and drank a little wine. Not enough to get drunk or
stoned, but I soon felt a wave of relaxation come over me, and felt as if I
were absolutely where I belonged.  I turned my head to where she was lying
next to me, and found her looking back. We shared a knowing little smile
and I felt completely happy.

"Come on you, let's get some sun", she said, and stirred. I sat up, and she
was kneeling facing me. Her beautiful hair drooped across her face as she
bent her head down to look at the zip of her skirt. Her long fingers drew
the zipper down her hip and exposed the tanned skin beneath. She looked up
at me, and the loosened waistband of her skirt fell partly away, showing
that soft belly.

She looked at me for a moment.

"Well?" she asked quizzically

I suddenly realised I was staring. The time had come to take off all my
clothes, and I suddenly felt very shy. I must have looked it too, because
she looked at me kindly.  "We don't have to, you know? I can go put a
swimsuit on"

I almost wimped out and said yes, but when I looked at her beautiful eyes I
found a little courage.

"No, it's ok. I'm just shy. Can we go slowly?"

"Of course darling" she said, and the term of affection made my heart swell
a little.  "We can go as slow as you like. I'll take something off for
every thing you take off."  That made me feel very sexy, the idea that I
could control this woman undressing, as if she were doing it just for
me. Which I realise looking back, she was.

The first thing to come off was easy. The cotton shirt I had on over my
bikini was unbuttoned, so I slipped it off my shoulders.

"It's like a game." I said "Your turn."

She cast me a naughty look.

"How did you know? This is my favourite game to play in the sun!"

Leaving her skirt, she took the hem of her top and peeled it, slightly
slower than necessary, off her body. Beneath her top she wore a pretty
white lacy bra, cupping her small soft breasts. She shook her hair out and
pouted theatrically.

"Your turn."

And so I unbuttoned the jean shorts and slid them, with as much grace as I
could muster, down my legs. I sat now in my bikini, and although I had worn
it confidently many times, I felt naked in it.

Taking her turn, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She held it
against her chest and said,

"The boats can see you up here if you're sitting up" and she reclined
gracefully on her side. She bit her lip and averted my gaze, then let her
bra drop, revealing her perfect breasts to me. I stared, as usual, and when
she raised her eyes they twinkled. She poked out her tongue and giggled.

"Looks like you're winning the game. You've got me practically naked!"

She was silly and playful, and it made me relaxed. I tried to give her a
smouldering look and lay back flat on my towel, out of public sight for the
big reveal.  Arching my back, I grasped the strings of my bikini top and
pulled the bow apart. Then I dragged it off my young body and lay back with
my eyes closed for a moment. The sun felt gorgeous on my body and I felt an
"Mmmmmm" rise from within my throat.

When I opened my eyes she was lying on her side watching me. The zip of her
skirt was still undone and I realised that she wasn't wearing any
underwear. She was already wriggling it down a little with her free
hand. As it started to move lower an impulse came over me and I reached
down to my own bikini bottoms and grabbed them. As she wriggled her skirt
lower and lower I pulled my own last garment off with her. We watched each
other as they slowly slid down, exposing the last shred of privacy our
bodies had withheld from each other. She pulled her skirt off and kicked
her long legs out of it. She rolled back onto her side and struck a little
pose, now fully naked in front of me. She smiled generously and I savoured
the sight of her, her long silky body. It was when my gaze ran down her
belly and lingered between her legs that I got a surprise.  Her pubic hair,
black like her head, was shaved almost entirely, leaving only a small love
heart shape. It was very pretty, and I suddenly felt sad for the state of
my own bush. I had a small patch of quite soft hair, but the only thing I
ever did to it was trim it a little. It was a small boring triangle.

It is at this point, dear reader, that my fantasy and reality depart from
one another. At the time I wanted to say something about how much I liked
her little heart, but I was too shy.  In the many times I have relived this
day in my fantasies, I have embellished my girlish heart and been a little
bolder. Where in reality I shyly said nothing, in my fantasies I say: "I
love your heart"

"Why thank you" she said, trying out a couple of demure little poses to
make the point.  "Yours is very cute too"

"No its not, it's just plain. Yours is special."

"Not so special, yours could look the same. I could do it for you, if you
want."

And I blushed, all over. And laughed, a little to hide my embarrassment,
but mostly to hide my excitement about the idea of giving my body over to
this luscious woman's touch.

And here my dreams return from their flights of fancy, and we rejoin
reality. We lay in the sun for half the day, and talked and laughed. Every
so often we would have to reapply some sun block, a task that required the
help of a friend to do the back. So it was that I got to run my hands down
the naked back of my goddess, to feel her warm smooth skin.  And I would
lie blissfully as she massaged the lotion into my back. Each time we were
both a little more languorous with our touch, a little more loving. My
hands delved lower, caressing her hips, and she swept her hands down my
sides, whispering over the sides of my breasts. We grew comfortable with
each other's touch, and it seemed a natural extension of our flowing
conversation. I wanted to make love to her, to be held by her.  She was the
most desirable person I had ever met, and I felt erotic and womanly. I
wanted her to take me in her arms and kiss me, to cross the boundary we had
not yet crossed, yet she made no move, and my courage failed me.

Soon the shadows of the surrounding trees crept across us. The terrace's
attributes which shielded the two teenage girls from prying eyes also meant
it lost the sun early. She was gathering her things. We both wrapped our
towels around us and scampered down to the house. I was a little
disappointed in myself. She drew the curtains across the doors and let her
towel fall. She was stunning in the half light, and I found myself hoping
that something was about to happen, but she disappeared into the shower
saying something about washing the sunscreen off. I sat in my towel in the
front room, sulking for no good reason.

She emerged from the bathroom with dripping hair, reminding me of when she
had first emerged from the sea, and I smiled. As she floated around the
room in her towel I followed her lead and took a shower. The water felt
gorgeous after the sun, and I instantly regretted my earlier grump. As I
was washing and rinsing myself in the shower she walked past the door and,
taking a look at my young, wet body in her shower, she playfully blew me a
kiss. My heart trilled.

When I emerged from the tiny bathroom she had dressed in some hipster jeans
and a sloppy off-the-shoulder sweat shirt. With her messy wet hair she made
it look like it was ready for the runway. I climbed back into my bikini and
shorts but left the shirt off. As I finished she presented me with a plate
of nibbles and staked out a spot on the bed to eat. I followed her, and
conversation turned from one thing to another. She showed me how to do eye
makeup properly, a gift I've silently thanked her for a thousand times
since. I tried to do hers, but the effects were horrific. To cover the
evidence she declared that we would both do the sluttiest makeup
possible. We laid it on with a trowel and strutted around the room. We
giggled and were silly. After removing the hideous slap, she asked if she
could brush my hair, and I told her of course. I've always loved having my
hair brushed and her touch was attentive and gentle. I was sleepy and
relaxed afterwards, and she seemed to go quiet too, closing her eyes. We
curled up quietly, and she put her arm around me and spooned me. I fell
asleep smiling.

When we awoke it was dark outside.

"Do you have to be getting back?" she asked.

"No, my mum isn't really expecting me" I lied.

"Excellent!" she said, pulling out a small bottle of tequila "Trashy movie,
my dear" So we lay on her bed and watched old videos and ate nachos and
tried to drink tequila, although neither of us were very good at it. We
cuddled and cooed, and the night was soft and warm. It was some time in the
wee hours when we ended up, TV finally silent, lying together on her
bed. We were facing one another and looking gently into each others
eyes. The conversation seemed to have tailed off and I was absent-mindedly
drawing a finger across her exposed shoulder. Then, with no warning, she
drew her face in close to mine so that I could taste her sweet breath and
gently, so gently, kissed me on the lips.  My body knew this was no
friendly kiss, and softly moved closer to her. She ran her fingers through
my hair and our lips parted, tongues touching lightly. It felt so right,
and I was consumed in the moment. I pulled her tight and ran my hands along
her long body.  Our mouths were together now, in every sense, exploring,
feeling, tasting each other. She moved her body gently against me, and I
felt desire spring up inside my whole body. We were kissing and holding
each other, and my heart pounded.

When she finally broke our kiss I looked for her eyes and saw them looking
back at me, shining pools in the dark. Her hand moved from my hair down my
neck and cupped my breast gently. I closed my eyes, and she caressed my
breasts gently for a moment, then moved her hand on, tracing down my chest,
down my belly and to the waist band of my shorts. I felt a momentary
panic. This was what I wanted, but I was still a virgin and uncertain of
what was about to happen. Her hand grabbed the top of my shorts, her
fingers sliding inside next to my skin. She pulled me urgently towards her
by this grip.  And this again, reader, is where my fantasies depart from my
memories. For in reality she must have noticed my confusion and
apprehension and she backed off, whispering shushes in my ear. What really
happened was that we spent the night in each others arms, a limit
established to how far we would share our bodies. I can't help but wonder,
however, if she had had some other way to turn, would she have been able to
sooth my confusion without putting an end to our exploration?

In my many fantasies of that day, this is what she offers when my heart
falters: "Oh baby" she says to my troubled eyes, "Maybe you're not ready
for that, but let me give you a little gift instead. Something to remember
me by."

"Anything", I say, my voice trembling a little.

"Let me give you your own little heart." and she placed her hand gently on
my mound.  This time there was no confusion, just exhilaration. I had
wanted to say yes when we were naked in the sun, but had been too shy. I
wouldn't make that mistake again.  "Yes." I said "Please."

So she led me to the bathroom and laid out a towel and some cushions on the
floor. Then she gathered a razor and some things and set them up. The light
in the bathroom was harsh, but she brought in some incense to lighten the
atmosphere and put some low music on. Returning to me she asked if I was
ready.

"Yes" I said, but didn't move. I wanted her to undress me, in the hope that
this might again become an erotic game, after my earlier wobble had killed
the mood.

I needn't have worried. She moved in close to me and slowly unzipped my
shorts. Her breath was hot in my ear and I placed my hands on her body. My
bikini bottoms came down with the shorts, and I'm sure she would have
noticed the wet patch within, though she never said anything. She slid my
clothes down my legs and I stepped out of them.  She was kneeling now, and
gestured towards a sort of nest of cushions she had made on the floor. I
sat down facing her and leaned back, looking at her. She gently placed her
hands on my knees and parted them slowly, without resistance. She opened
them wide, wider, and wider until I was fully exposed to her. I shut my
eyes and, on impulse, quickly took off my bikini top. I lay there naked,
completely exposed before my goddess. It was the most erotic moment of my
life.

Gently, I felt her hand touch my pussy, near the top of my thigh. She
paused there and I opened my eyes. She was looking at me while touching my
pussy. It looked amazing, and I boldly blew her a tiny kiss. She batted her
eyelids and blushed a little.

"I'm going to start to shave you know honey. Let me know if you feel
anything."

"Oh, I feel something already." I smiled

She looked at my open lips, which were glistening wet and mischievously
said, "I can see that, my dear."

Then she soaped up the little patch of hair on my mound and worked her
gentle touch down over my lips. The hair was downy and short and the razor
slid through it easily. She started right down by my vagina and worked her
way back to the top, gently shaving and cleaning the razor in a bowl of hot
water. When it came to the site of the heart she cleaned me off gently with
hot water before soaping me up again. Then she got down on her front and,
placing her face close to my mound, began to trim carefully.  I watched her
lovingly and ran my fingers through her hair. A little of it fell into the
foam, and she got it on her nose, which made us both giggle. And then soon
enough it was done, she wet a small towel and carefully cleaned me again,
although this time she made a thorough job, cleaning in every crevice
carefully. My desire was soaring as she played with my clitoris and
carefully attended to the various parts of my sex. I was trembling.

She sat back and admired her handiwork. Without moving from her close-up
position she passed me a small mirror and I was able to see my new look for
the first time. Between my thighs was shaved perfectly clean, and on my
mons was the most perfect little heart.  "I love it" I said, truthfully.

"It's beautiful, but it's not finished yet." she said "It's not done until
it's sealed with a kiss."

And she planted a soft kiss right at the base of the heart, on top of my
clit. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, and saw the look in my eyes
that said "Yes". Her mouth moved and her tongue met my little button,
sending pleasure swelling through me. She toyed with it a little with her
tongue before pulling back and, tongue spread wide, licking right across my
whole sex. The smooth new feel of it with the hot wetness of her tongue
made me groan, and she did it again, two, three more times.

"Come on," she said "I want to take you to bed."

And she led me by the hand and laid me on her bed. I spread my legs again
and she returned to her loving attentions on my pussy. Her tongue started
softly and luxuriously again, before building up to more urgent strokes
around my clit. I could feel my orgasm swelling and thought I was about to
come, shuddering and arching my back, but before I could she backed
off. She slid up my body and kissed me passionately on the lips. I wrapped
my arms and legs around her, she clothed, me as naked as the day I was
born.  She slid down me again, and set to work on my sopping pussy
again. This time her tongue was joined by her fingers, which parted my
labia so she could taste inside and teased my clit gently. As my orgasm
built again she worked her tongue deliciously over my clit while her thumb
gently explored the opening of my vagina. The pleasure was wonderful, and I
was writhing on the bed. But again she slowed down just before I reached
climax, and this time she sat up between my open thighs, looking down at
me.  Impulsively, I leapt up and planted a strong kiss on her lips. She
laughed and held me tight, my tongue moving to her neck while delivering a
million little kisses of adoration.  She grabbed my hand and slid it under
her sweat shirt and up to her soft breast. I felt its soft firmness in my
hand, and joined it with the other hand on the other breast. She responded
by arching her body and throwing her head back. I felt her breasts
rapturously, and she peeled the top off, exposing the sight of my goddess
before me, her head thrown back and moaning softly, as I kneaded her
breasts and toyed with her nipples, her long neck reflecting the moonlight.

Slowly she brought her head back up and looked at me with a look of pure
lust. She pushed me firmly back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I
fumbled with her jeans and she tore them off, panties too. Now she looked
like she had when she had crawled on all fours across the platform when we
first met. Except now she was the naked, feral version of that simple
tease. She prowled towards my supine form, actually letting out a small
growl, and I met her with a warm embrace. Our lips locked, our bodies
entwined and I realised that my pussy was leaving a wet mark down the thigh
she had between my legs. The thought turned me on immensely. I slid a hand
down her body and felt for the place between her legs. I had never touched
another girl before and I was gentle at first, touching, stroking. I wanted
to look at it as I touched, and we changed positions so that she could
watch me as I felt her and looked. She sat legs apart as I lay on my side
with her leg over my waist. I stroked and explored her, touching her bean
and thrilling as she writhed a little. I found her vagina and gently traced
the outline of it. To my surprise I found I wanted to penetrate this
woman. Without thinking to ask first, I slid my index finger into her. She
gave a little "Oh!" of surprise and pulled me tighter with her leg. She was
warm and soft and very wet. I slid my finger around to feel the inside of
her. I was fascinated; it was so different to exploring my own body. I
withdrew my finger and she sighed audibly. I held up two fingers to her and
she nodded. Hovering for a minute at her entrance, I slowly slid them into
her. I pulled them back out with a twist and she moaned.  So she likes that
too! My fingers slid back and forth, sliding in her juices, feeling her
silkiness, all the while her body arching and wriggling and shuddering. I
pushed my two fingers deep and, licking my thumb, placed it over her clit
and began to make tiny, tiny circles. She writhed and bucked and I carried
on for what seemed like and eternity until she finally came hotly, tweaking
her own nipples to bring on the climax.

I lay for a minute with my fingers still buried in her insides as she
subsided, then she was all over me, swarming me with kisses all over my
head, my neck, my breasts.

She made a satisfied growl, and looked at me, her dark hair half over her
eyes.

"And now, my darling, I'm going to make you cum!" she purred.

She started by parting my legs and kneeling over me. Then she brought her
pussy down onto mine while I still lay on my side. Our two sexes met, and
she played hers along mine. She explored and teased me with her own labia
and clit. Our juices mingled and she ran a finger through them, bringing it
to my lips. I allowed it in my mouth, and for the first time, tasted the
juice of her love. I sucked it and rolled my tongue around her finger.  Now
another finger was rolling around my clit and up and down the fold of
me. She moved her body and brought her face down between my legs
again. This time there would be no escape, no teasing. Her tongue met the
heat of my desire and her fingers slid along me. A hand passed up my belly
and caressed my breasts and nipples. I grabbed her wrist, for something to
hang onto. Her tongue slid deliciously around me, and her other hand was
toying with both of my holes. First teasing the soft entrance of my vagina,
then moving wetly to tickle the tight knot of my anus. I was in heaven, and
she adored me with her tongue. Her own legs were spread, but I could not
reach her to pleasure her back, and my vision was clouding over. I couldn't
tell whether my eyes were open or closed, and it didn't seem to matter. My
whole world was the creature made of soft tongue and gentle fingers that
was probing and pleasuring me between my legs. I felt myself cry out and
thought I felt a tear run down my cheek, and then finally, gloriously,
lovingly and deliciously, I came. I writhed and soared, my body
pulsing. The world stopped, and I hung for a moment suspended in pleasure,
with her tongue still lapping gently around me.  I lay, spent. I needed to
be held, to feel her, but I could not move.  Suddenly she was there, gently
cradling me, kissing and soothing me. I could smell the sex on her, and my
wetness was all over her face, and I kissed her anyway. Long, loving, wet
kisses, our bodies held tight.

We slept happily together, and when we arose to the sun I realised we would
never again have a night like that. We showered and ate breakfast together
as lovers, but then I returned to my mother's bach and knew that the spell
was broken.

The fantasy ends as the reality did. I soon had to return to the city and
leave her. Our brief fling together, whether consummated as in the
fantasies, or not as in reality, could never last. We stayed in touch for a
time, sharing long obsessive phone calls, but we were never near one
another, and we let the chance of meeting again fade. Like all my crushes,
the longing quickly wore out and became threadbare. The pool of desire we
had swum in together became just another summer fling. Only in my
fantasies, and perhaps in hers, does that summer crush last forever.