My Friends the Allens -- Stars in our Eyes
by Mark Aster

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Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
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   "Come live with me and be my love
    And we will all the pleasures prove
    That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
    The river and the mountain yields."

Ariana's voice was high and clear in the darkness, the
sweet melody drifting through the air and off into the
trees.  She was singing to Rachel, who was stretched out
naked beside her on their sleeping bag, eyes closed,
perfect lips smiling.  There was no moon that night, but
a sky full of stars blazed down at us.  Rachel lay
on her back, her breasts and stomach outlined by the
starlight, her legs open to the night.  Lying a few feet
away with Julie beside me, I admired the two of them, and
moved my fingers idly over Julie's body.  It had been
a long hot day, hiking halfway up the mountain, and
the cool night air was like wine in my throat.

Ariana's hair, long and red and frizzy in the daylight,
flowed and swirled around her head in the night, and when
she leaned over and kissed Rachel's lips, it hid their heads
in a cascade of jet.  Their mouths, parting, made a soft moist
sound.  Rachel put her arms around Ariana and drew her body
down, and they merged for a moment into one dark curved
shape on the cool ground.  When they parted again, Ariana
was on her back, with Rachel's hands caressing her.

Ariana is a slim, quiet woman, pale and thoughtful,
prone to shyness and sunburn.  But tonight something
in her opened, and her voice poured out into the air
as her lover bent and kissed her body.

"I came out to myself," she said, to Rachel, to us, to the
air, "a week after my nineteenth birthday.  I didn't want a
boy; I wanted a woman.  A woman to love, to love me, to sleep
with and dance with and hold hands with, and a woman's body to
touch, and a woman's self nearby."

"Ooh, I like stories," Julie whispered, her lips at my ear.
The tip of her tongue gently moistened my earlobe, and her
fingers touched my chest.

"Of course as soon as I had this figured out," Ariana went on,
"every woman I'd ever been attracted to moved to Alaska, or got
married, or called me on the phone about this new guy they'd met.
It was a long month, just me and my heart and my vibrator."

Rachel made a soft sympathetic sound, and her hand strayed for
a moment between her lover's thighs.  I touched Julie's neck,
and my hand imagined the warm compact sweetness of her vulva.

"But still, it was a new world.  I could dream of women
without pain, without wondering if there was something wrong
with me, without having to try to dream of men instead.  But
I did get tired of dreaming.

"I paced.  I bit my lips alot.  I gathered my courage.  I
signed up for a Women's Retreat one week in August.  I got
permanent butterflies of the stomach as soon as I had the
ticket.  I imagined the Retreat as some kind of wild orgy,
or at least a long string of dates.  I was nervous, and
eager, and silly.  My vibrator was a busy little thing."

My hand drifted down over Julie's throat, up the slope of her
left breast.  Her nipple was soft and relaxed, the aureola
smooth and firm.  She sighed as I touched her.

"Of course the retreat was nothing like I'd imagined!  The
first day I went to the orientation, and lunch, and a workshop
on female empowerment, and no one once tried to seduce me, or
offered to devote her life to me.  Or even kiss me.  I was
nervous and silly and relieved and disappointed.  I went
to my tent right after dinner and lay there and fantasized
about all those women, and cried for no reason."

Rachel took Ariana's hand, brought it to her lips.

"The next morning another workshop, where I felt young and
stupid and ugly, and then lunch.  After lunch I went down to
the lake, because there didn't seem to be anyone there.  In
the bathhouse I changed into my suit.  I'd packed a skimpy
little bikini with great expectation; now it just felt dumb.
And naturally when I went out onto the dock, there was
someone there after all.  But, oh, she was beautiful!"

Now Ariana reached up for a moment and brought Rachel down
to her, and they merged together again in the dark.  Her
voice came, quieter, out of the common shadow of their bodies.

"I'd seen her across the room in the first workshop, and
wished she'd been my partner for the Trust Walk, and even
said Hi to her at lunch.  She was friendly and nice, and
I didn't feel fourteen when she looked at me.  And now she
was lying on the dock in this gorgeous white one-piece, and
she was so serene and perfect!  I just stood there with my
eyes glued to her, wanting to stay like that forever, until
she opened her eyes and smiled at me, and I was in love."

I caressed Julie's nipples with my fingers until they stood
warm and erect on her breasts.  She put her mouth to my ear
again.  "Are you in love?" she whispered.  I kissed her soft
perfect mouth.

"She said Hi and I said Hi, and I slipped into the water so
she wouldn't see my body blushing.  I swam out and in a few
times, and then hung on the side of the dock and tried to look
casual.  And she talked to me!  The water was cool and deep.
I was warm between my legs talking to her, and I wanted to
tell her I loved her, but we talked about everything but sex,
everything but love.  Once she moved her foot accidentally so
it touched my hand, and I kept my hand still until it started
to cramp, not wanting to stop touching her, wanting to take
her toes in my fingers, and kiss them.  It was glorious!  We
talked and talked, until the bell rang for dinner.  I got
out of the water, all wet and shriveled.  She took my hand to
help me out, and her face was so close to mine that without
even thinking about it I kissed her, kissed her right on that
incredible mouth.  My heart did something in my chest, and I
knew I'd blown it.  I ran right to my tent without looking
back, and lay on the floor and cried, and this time I knew
just exactly why."

Julie took my hand in hers and rubbed it over the downy
skin of her stomach as we lay listening.  Crickets sang in
the bushes, and a light wind stirred the trees.  Ariana sighed.
Rachel's lips touched her neck gently, consolingly.

"A few minutes later someone knocked at my tent-flap.  It
was her, of course, with a little food and this awful kind
look on her face.  I looked into her eyes, and I knew she
was going to tell me not to be sad, but that she was married,
or didn't really like me, or was a nun.  But she just said Hi
again, and offered me some salad, and sat down next to me.
Right next to me, close enough to touch.  We talked, but
I don't remember a word.  I was just staring at her face,
watching her eat.  Then we were done, and she looked at
me.  I knew I had to do something or she would leave, so
I put my hand on her arm, on her smooth pale skin.  She
was so close to me.  I thought she'd pat my hand and
go.  But she opened her mouth, and touched my shoulder,
and kissed me on the lips."

Julie's hand guided my fingers down her stomach and over her
mons.  The curly hair of her vulva was soft under my fingers.
She spread her legs.  The warm womanness of her filled my
palm, and she pressed against my hand.

"I kissed her back, hard and starving, with my eyes closed
and my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest.  Her
tongue slipped gently between my lips, and I could feel every
hair on my body stand straight up.  My nipples clenched.  Our
mouths pressed together for a long long time, and her arms went
around me, and she held me and kissed me and I could have died
happy right then.  She moved her head back and looked at me
and smiled, and one of her beautiful warm hands touched my
cold wet miserable bikini top.  'Should I...?' she asked.
'Please,' I whispered.  Ah, God, sweet Rachel!"

Rachel's mouth covered one of Ariana's nipples, and her
hands caressed the small round breasts.  Ariana's body
arched, pressing herself against her lover's mouth, and
she gasped.  I kissed Julie's face, and opened her labia.

"Very gently she helped me off with my top, and ahhhh
took my breasts in her hands.  I was tingling all over; I
could hardly breathe.  Her fingers on my nipples were soft
and gentle.  Things were happening in my stomach and my thighs;
I was coming, in quick little orgasms that made me moan and
toss my head.  'Are you okay?' she asked.  I put my arms
around her neck and hid my head on her shoulder, and came
again.  'I love you,' I said.  I said it so softly she could
hardly have heard it, but she said 'ooh...', and put her
arms around me and kissed me again.  So sweet and so gentle
I knew I was going to break."

Julie opened her mouth and wriggled her hips as I slid one
finger into the moist heat of her vagina.  I kissed her again,
and ran my tongue over her lips.  She moaned softly, and with
one hand between her legs she pressed my hand more deeply
into her flesh.

"Then she backed away from me, and slid out of her suit.
I loved every goosebump of her skin.  Her nipples were as
hard and erect as mine, and I could smell her -- Oh God --
her sex mixed with the green smell of the lake water.  I
took off my bikini bottom, and she came back to me.  We lay
together skin to ooh ooh OOH to skin, with our arms and legs
twined, and whispered in each other's ears, about love, and
sex, and each other, and she AAHH moved her body against me,
and I came again and again and again, and oh GOD oh Rachel
I'm coming again NOW!"

Rachel's head was between Ariana's legs, and her tongue made
soft sounds as it moved in and out, and Rachel's fingers
danced a dance of love.  Ariana came, gasping and laughing,
her body arching in the starlight, her legs spread wide.
Julie kissed me hard on the mouth, and rocked her hips
urgently around my hand, her vagina squeezing my fingers.
I tweaked her nipple with my other hand, and a deep shudder
ran through her body, and she screamed softly into my
mouth as she climaxed.

"She ahhhh she spent the night in my tent, with me, in my
sleeping bag.  I tasted her body, and sang her lullabyes.
She told me her life story, and I knew I wanted to be the
next long long chapter in it.  I made her come with my
tongue and my fingers.  Her skin and her mouth were the
most lovely things in the world.  And they still are,
my Rachel, my dear sweet Rachel.  Kiss me again."

They lay body to body for a long time, just kissing, sighing,
pressing against each other.  Julie eased my fingers out of
her body, and kissed me, and sat up over me.  As her mouth
moved down my chest and my stomach, I touched her head, and
looked up at the stars.


My Friends the Allens -- Stars in our Eyes
by Mark Aster
The End