Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2023 20:22:19 +0000
From: coffeefourtwo <coffeefourtwo@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Love Like Ours - Chapter 1

All characters are high school age or older.


My name is Zoe Wilkinson. I am thirty-five years old. My girlfriend, my
partner, my lover, my best friend and soulmate, I do not use those terms
lightly, is Harper. She is two years younger than I am, and as you can
tell she means the world to me.

We have been an exclusive couple for fifteen years. I am the only lover
she has ever had and she, is the only lover I have ever had. Yes, we lost
our virginity to each other.

We officially became a couple one week after her eighteenth birthday. We
knew one another before that but when we started to have feelings for
each other, she was sixteen years of age, a minor.

Together, we made the deliberate decision to wait until she was 'legal.'
So, we remained chaste and let me tell you, that was not easy but I
didn't want the police running in and taking me away from my Harper.
There would be the fingerprinting and photo taking for mugshots. No
telling what kind of a field day the local news media would have with
this. Then there's the prison time and on top of that, having to
register, with local authorities, as a juvenile sex offender everytime I
moved once I was out of prison. How humiliating is that? Not to mention,
I would have one hell of a time finding employment. All of that, I rather
think, would be a little unsettling to one's mental health, you know?

It's late in the afternoon and I am in our kitchen getting dinner ready
for my Harper. She loves my spaghetti so I have the meatsauce, with all
her favorite herbs and spices, on simmer. I have french bread and a salad
along with some wine ready to serve with the spaghetti when she gets
here.

She has been away on business for this past week and will be returning
late this afternoon. I have missed that woman something awful. The other
night, after we 'Face-Timed', I cried myself to sleep, I missed her so
much.

On a brighter note, it's Friday, so we'll have the whole weekend to make
up for that lost time. On top of that, Monday is a federal holiday and
she has the day off. A three day weekend is something I am certainly
looking forward to with my Harper.

The sex tonight will be out of this world and most certainly nasty, which
is the word we use for hot, heavy and sweaty, interlaced with primal
grunts and screaming orgasms and there is always an overabundance of both
of them. Usually, our first night of lovemaking after she returns, leaves
us feeling sore but, I assure you, a most pleasurable sore. I can't tell
you how many times after one of these sessions, she lay there panting as
heavily as I am, then jokingly says, "I feel like I've been hit by a
truck." She then sits up in our bed and looks around the room pretending
she's looking for the truck. She is so adorable.

She called me not long ago. When I answered the phone and heard her
angelic voice, I felt a twitch between my legs. My God, what that woman
does to me. This woman has the key to my heart and she knows it. I told
her that very thing once and she said in reply, without hesitation, 'Yes,
I do and you're never getting the key back.'

She says she is about an hour away from our home. She was traveling in
state this time so she drove. Before we disconnected the call, she told
me how much she missed me. I told her how much I missed her. We both shed
a tear.

Harper works for a large bank, with a national presence. If I told you
the name, you would recognize it immediately. She works as a regional
branch manager so she is on the road often, a part of the job I could do
without. She could do without the travel as well, but her job pays
extremely well. She is always being praised by her supervisors and
promotions within the company for her are endless. She is one of the
hardest and smartest workers I have ever met. I am so proud of her.

When she has to travel, the day she leaves is when I am the saddest. When
she has to fly out, I always bring her to the airport. I want to be with
her for as long as I can.

When the boarding call is made, I stand with her and, with a sad face, I
look longingly into her eyes. She has the same look on her face and in
her eyes. Then she says, almost sadly, 'We'll FaceTime.' I smile but she
knows it is a forced smile. Her smile back is forced as well. She takes
the sides of my face in the palms of her hands and kisses me gently on
the lips and tucks my hair behind my ear.  She tells me she loves me and
will miss me and I say the same. I try to fight back the tears but they
always win.

She picks up her on board bag and walks away and I feel like a piece of
my soul has been ripped out, returning only when she arrives back safely
in my arms. I notice today, and on many previous occasions, as she walks
to the boarding gate, her head is lowered. I know she is crying and, of
course, that makes me cry more.

I never leave the airport right away. Most often, I sit in the same seat
I was just sitting in and lay my hand on the seat Harper was just in and
rub my hand gently over the seat back cushion just as though I were
rubbing her back. All of this happens every single time I bring her to
the airport.

I am so in love with this woman truly, madly and, without a doubt,
deeply. One of our favorite songs is 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' by Savage
Garden. In fact, when we wake in the morning, we have a ritual. Harper
started this one morning and we've been doing it ever since. Yes, we do
this every morning she's here.

Whoever wakes up first, wakes the other. We stare lovingly, although
sleepily, into each other's eyes and say, 'Truly, madly, deeply,'
together. Those three simple words are said, uniquely professing our love
to each other. That is always followed by a kiss that steals my breath
away and always curls my toes. More often than not, a furious lovemaking
session follows the kiss. That's why the alarm clock is set one hour
earlier than when we need to get out of bed.

Truth be told, the Monday morning she left for this last trip, she gave
me three screaming orgasms. I felt really bad because I only gave her two
screaming orgasms. I mentioned this to her and she tried to cheer me up
saying, "Don't feel bad, honey. Anyway, we don't have time because I'm
running late." She said this as she was walking out of the bathroom fully
dressed as I sadly finished packing her clothes.

She came from behind me as I closed her suitcase and pressed her chest
into my back. She had my attention. Reaching for my front, she squeezed
my breast as she licked the back of my neck. She pinched one of my
nipples between her thumb and forefinger just hard enough to make the
pain pleasurable, then licked from my earlobe to the top of my ear with
the flat of her tongue, while keeping pressure on my nipple.

She backed out of the embrace and I turned around, fully expecting her to
take me in her arms and kiss me passionately. She looked at me with a
grin on her face and said, "That was a little something I wanted to leave
with you while I'm gone."

I narrowed my eyes and said to her, "You evil little witch."

It's time for her to go. I really hate these moments. We both hugged and
cried and before I knew it, I was standing alone at the doorway. I
watched her back the car out of the driveway, waving to me as she drove
away. I waved back, then closed the door and stood there for a moment.

Our home was silent. It's not supposed to be like this. Our laughter and
our conversations are supposed to be filling our home. Instead, the
silence would be like this for the next week. I longed for her touch
already and she was gone only thirty seconds.

I checked the time. She should be home in about thirty minutes taking
into account where she was when she called.

I walked down the hallway to our bedroom to take a shower. I wanted to be
clean and fresh for my Harper. I made quite a lather with my body wash
and cleaned every square inch of my naked body twice, for good measure. I
shampooed my hair, then got out my razor to shave my armpits, legs and
pubes. Harper loves my shaved pussy. She says there is nothing smoother
and softer than me. I think she's wrong. She shaves as well, and I think
she is the smoothest,but then again, I am unashamedly biased.

When I finished shaving, I rinsed off thoroughly. I dried myself with a
towel that was so soft, I could have mistaken it for Harper's touch. I
slipped into a dark green negligee that was hemmed at mid-thigh and shows
off my ample cleavage. I decided on just a light touch of makeup and an
orange flavored lip gloss Harper just loves.

It took me no time at all to apply the makeup and just as I finished
applying the lip gloss, I heard the front door open. I gasped. My Harper
was home. I could barely contain my excitement. I felt like a kid getting
off of the school bus for the last time at the end of the school year. I
hurriedly walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen.

When I got there, Harper was locking the door, her suitcase in her hand.
She turned and saw me. Our eyes locked. There was a hungry primal look on
her face. That look made my heart flutter. My pussy got wet almost
instantly.

With one hand, she threw the suitcase aside, not caring where it landed
or if it hit anything on the way to the floor. She began to walk toward
me quickly and I did the same. In just a few steps, we crashed into each
other. Our mouths met effortlessly, as they have countless times since
we've been together. This, however, was not a delicate or dainty kiss.
Harper's tongue finds it's way inside my mouth and I accepted it
greedily, sucking on it and moaning into Harper's mouth. I felt myself
totally and completely melt into her embrace.

Our mouths parted and she began to pepper my neck with her wet kisses.
Her tongue traced all over my neck, then under my chin. She pulled her
head back and I saw on her face, one of the most intense lustful looks
she ever gave me.

I could only stare back at her with what I know must have looked like the
face of a lost and frightened little puppy. She leaned forward and put
her mouth to my ear and said in a deep and sultry voice, "You have no
idea how badly I want to give you an orgasm right now." I was wide eyed.
There's that flutter in my heart again, this time followed by a twitch
between my legs.

She pulled me into her even tighter and began to lick my face with the
flat of her tongue. She licked my chin, then my lips. When her tongue
left my lips, she licked my cheek, licked over my nose and her tongue
started working on my other cheek. Slurping sounds were all I could hear
as she moved her tongue to my forehead. I was panting wildly.

My hands were groping her everywhere I could. I wanted to feel her skin
so badly, it had been so long. Finally, I was able to untuck her blouse
from her skirt and slid a hand under her blouse and at long last, I was
able to touch her warm and soft skin.

We both gasped at the touch.

I heard myself, while panting heavily, say, "Bedroom, now!"

I began to unbutton her blouse as we tried desperately to walk down the
hallway, still kissing and licking each other. Her blouse came off and I
let it drop to the hallway floor. I planted wet licks along her cleavage
as I pushed her into the wall. Those licks turned into sucks as I reached
behind her back to unhook her bra. In no time, it joined the blouse on
the floor.

Her hands reached for the bottom of my negligee and she pulled upward. I
lifted my arms above my head and as the hem of my negligee rose above my
breasts, she hungrily took one of my nipples in her mouth as she backed
me into the opposite wall. My negligee met it's friends on the floor.

What her mouth and tongue do to my breasts and nipples and how it makes
me feel, always leaves me breathless. My Harper could stand up in any
lecture hall on the face of the planet and give a two hour oration on
breast and nipple play. She is truly an artist in this realm, a pure
genius.

Her warm mouth and wet tongue had my whole body in goosebumps as she
licked, sucked, slurped and gently nibbled on my nipples. Her moans and
grunts as she worked my breasts and nipples, sounded like a symphony to
my ears. I truly marvel at how this woman makes me feel.

I reached down and began fumbling with her skirt, as she continued to
worship my breasts. I was, admittedly, clumsy and making no progress, she
had me so flustered. We looked at each other for a moment, then she
started to laugh. "In the bedroom, baby, come on," she said as she
lovingly took my hand and led me into our bedroom. I would follow my
Harper anywhere.

We left the clothes on the hallway floor where they were haphazardly
discarded.

I suddenly remembered something. "Hold on," I said as I shot out of the
bedroom and raced down the hallway and into the kitchen. I turned the
heat off under the meatsauce I was simmering. I certainly didn't want it
to scorch. I had no idea how long our tryst was going to last and I
wanted food ready for my Harper when we finished.

I literally ran back to the bedroom to find Harper, in our bed completely
naked, on all fours, her knees on the edge of our bed. She looked back at
me over her shoulder, lust and need written all over her face. She shot
her eyebrows up and said seductively, "Pussy has been all alone for so
long, honey. She told me she missed you and asked me if it would be
alright if you gave her some attention."

My mouth gaped. I must have looked like one of those old cartoon
characters where their jaw drops to the floor. Here my Harper was,
splayed out before me and speaking to me so lewdly. How did I ever get
this lucky?

I walked to her and, placing my hands on the side of her hips, I leaned
down and began to lick her butt cheeks. I never knew skin to have flavor
but everytime I lick her skin, she tastes divine. I hear a soft moan from
Harper as my tongue met her skin. What she did to my face earlier with
her tongue, I did with my tongue to her butt cheeks. I licked every inch
of those beautiful mounds. I reach forward and began to run my hand along
her firm stomach as I continued to lick those beautiful cheeks. Her butt
cheeks were so coated with my saliva, you could have mistaken the saliva
for baby oil.

"God, Zoe, I love your touch." I heard her say. I licked the crack of her
ass from top to bottom. My chin touches her pussy and I hear Harper gasp.
I look adoringly at her shaved pussy. My Harper is wet for me and it's
time to clean her up. I bury my face in her pussy and rub my nose, my
cheeks, my eyes, my lips and my chin, coating her juices on my face. I
hear a deep moan from Harper that went on for seconds, not moments.

With the grace of a cat, she flips on her back. My face and mouth already
miss her pussy. She placed herself in the middle of the bed, that lustful
look still on her face. I know why she flipped on her back. She loves to
be in that position when she comes. That's her way of saying it's time
for me to get her off.

I join her in our bed. I get on my knees and lean downward, resting on my
elbows, my ass in the air. My face finds it's favorite target again. I
don't use my tongue just yet. I run my face over her pussy as I did
earlier. I even run my forehead over her pussy. This afternoon, for some
reason, I couldn't get enough of her juice on my face. I can't explain
how much I love doing that. Does that qualify as a fetish?

I use my tongue now as I run the flat of my tongue over her pussy from
bottom to top. At the top, I see the prize, her clit. I suck it into my
mouth and I hear Harper cry out, "My God, Zoe!" The sound of her moans
bounce off of our bedroom walls.

I swirl my tongue over her clit. I take it between my teeth and nibble
ever so gently. Harper is gasping now. Her clit is still between my teeth
as I begin to lick her clit with my tongue. Her body movements begin to
tell the story.

Her panting is heavier and faster as she reaches out desperately for my
hands. When our hands meet, we interlace our fingers on both hands. She
squeezes tightly.

I have to taste her pussy. I leave her clit and my mouth latches onto her
pussy. I greedily lick, kiss and slurp this beautiful woman. My God, I
never wanted to stop.

Slurping sounds now join her moaning sounds in our bedroom. The smell of
her pussy is exhilarating and her taste is so delicious, I think I'm
eating at a five star restaurant. We've eaten together at some upscale
restaurants and while the food was very good, it didn't taste nearly as
good as my Harper's pussy.

I thought I had a little more time before she would come. This time,
however, she threw me a curve. Her orgasm took hold of her a bit sooner
than I anticipated.

She lets out a high pitched scream, then yells out, "Oh my God, Zoe, you
little fucking bitch!" as her juices squirted out of her pussy, spraying
my face. My mouth is usually wide open and ready to drink her up but, I
misjudged and I was forced to quickly recover.

I lapped up her juices which seemed to be never ending as Harper
continued to scream out her pleasure while calling me every obscene name
her beautiful head could think of at the moment. She was always vocal
when an orgasm took her away but this time she was at another level. I
was rather proud of myself.

I brought her down from her orgasm gently, rubbing the side of my face
softly against her pussy, our fingers still interlaced.

When her spasms stopped and her breathing returned to normal, I gave her
pussy another adoring gaze followed by a loving gentle kiss, then moved
up to her.

She placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her, our full
breasts pressing together. She began to kiss and lick greedily at my face
tasting her juices. Her lips found every square inch of my face until I
was nearly clean of her juices.

She looked at me with hungry eyes and said, "On my face!"

It wasn't a question or a request, it was a command and I, for one, was
not going to argue with her. I placed my knees on either side of her
head. I looked down at her beautiful angelic face until it disappeared
from view as she began to eat my pussy.

She wasn't playing around this afternoon. I knew one thing and one thing
only was on her mind. She wanted me to come quickly. I felt her tongue
slide easily into my soaking pussy. I could already hear her slurping my
juices.

I was becoming lost in the pleasure she was giving me. I arched backward,
placing my hands behind me on our bed for support. With my eyes nearly
closed, I looked up at the ceiling as I said softly and dreamily, "The
way you make me feel, Harper."

I felt two fingers find either side of my clit as her other hand reached
up and cupped my breast as she continued to slurp, lick and suck my
pussy. She squeezed firmly yet gently on my clit, then pinched my nipple
with some force and just like that, I was done.

Now it was my turn to scream out like a madwoman. I spray her face with
my juices as I screamed out deleriously, "Jesus fucking Christ, Harper!"
Then I screamed some more. The room seemed to be spinning. I don't recall
what I said during those screams. I'll have to ask Harper later while
we're having dinner.

As the orgasm shuddered and rocked through my body, Harper held onto me
as she sucked, licked and slurped my pussy, her fingers still squeezing
my clit and pinching my nipple. I was riding her face so hard, how I
didn't suffocate the woman is beyond me.

After what seemed like minutes, I finally came down from the heavens.
This was an orgasm bordering on volcanic. I was completely drained. I
didn't even have the strength to lick my juices off of Harper's face,
which she will readily agree, is something I love to do.

I lay down beside her and went to lay my head on her chest. I make a stop
along the way as I place a gentle kiss on her nipple.

She places her hand under my chin and turns my head to her. I see my
juices shimmering on her face. I look into her eyes and I see love
looking back at me. My heart flutters, yet again. We look at each other
tenderly and lovingly as she gently caresses my cheek with her fingers.

I'm lost in her eyes and her beauty. I can't take my eyes off of her as
her eyes pierce mine. I am so happy I have her in my arms again, I feel
my heart may burst. That piece of my soul that felt like it had been
ripped out from my body at the airport, has returned, as it always does
when Harper comes back to me. A single tear runs down my cheek. I see
tears forming in her eyes.

She tenderly wipes away my tear with her thumb, then places a gentle kiss
on my cheek. With her voice cracking, just a little, she whispers in my
ear, "My God, you have no idea how much I missed you, sis."

My girlfriend, my partner, my lover, my best friend and soulmate of
fifteen years, the woman I yearn for and cry for when she is away on
business, the woman I would proudly, happily and lovingly follow
anywhere, is my Harper, my beautiful sister.