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Disclaimer: The following story contains material intended for adults only.
That is people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to
live.

 All comments welcome - sista_shakespeare@my-dejanews.com


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                             Leyla & Majnuna


"Para sa iyo ang bida ito Zahirah.
Kung ako'y may bulaklak tuwing kita'y iisipin,
Walang hangang hardin ang aking lalakarin."

Roughly: If I had a flower for every time I thought of you,
I could walk through my garden forever.


 It's so quiet that not even the occasional cough or creak of a restless
patient turning and tossing disturbs the hush of the small hours. The ward's
in darkness apart from the soft-edged beam of a single desktop lamp. The
pallid yellow beam falls on a sleepy nurse sitting at an old grey painted
steel desk cluttered with books and folders. It illuminates her uniform
dress, casting indigo shadows on the royal blue material; gives her bare
brown arms a dark-golden glow. It gleams and glints on the plastic of the
nametag pinned to her breast and the lenses of her glasses but hides the dark
smudges of weariness beneath her eyes. She yawns, stretches, feeling her
breasts shift inside the fabric of her bra, a pleasant kiss of satin against
half-risen nipples. She squeezes her eyes shut and clenches her fists,
straightens her back slowly savouring the feeling of her muscles tensing. Her
mind follows the sensations from her balled fists up through her arms,
shoulders, and down into her back enjoying the feel of her body. She peers
hazily at the swell of her out-thrust breasts and slowly, wantonly lifts her
pelvic floor. She holds the tension until a small shudder of pleasure licks
at her womb. She glances over the top of the desk and sees only still and
silent shadows against the gloom. She smiles to herself; it's a quiet
Thursday night and her last shift of the week, better still she's just given
her notice in. Leaning back she closes her eyes, slowly crossing her legs,
feeling the warmth and the silky slide of nylon on nylon, she begins to rock
gently to 'n' fro, wishing herself into her lover's arms.

Leyla Imagines tiger-stripes of silvery moonlight and charcoal-grey shadow
falling across a carelessly draped bed, warping over the curled body of a
woman dreaming nude beneath a thin satin sheet. She lies on her side, a
raven's wing of black hair laid across her face. Leyla's hand stretches out
stroking it away like a cobweb to gaze lovingly on her face, which nestles in
the angle of her elbow. Jinni's naked shoulders are wide, sculpted and sleek,
her arms slim and smoothly muscled. The rest of her is subtly flowing curves
swathed in a cocoon of pooling satin that rises and falls, shimmering with
each breath. Leyla's own breath catches in her throat. Soft fluttering things
detach themselves from her insides and begin to tug at her womb as she lets
her eyes and fingertips glide and swirl, tracing the warm hollows and
contours of her lover's flanks and haunches. Jinni's warm fluid curves melt
into her fingertips, flow under her palms then rise between her spread
fingers as she writhes like a wisp of smoke from her dreams. Her eyelids
flutter, her mouth stretches into a sleepy yawn as she raises her arms to
draw Leyla down. Leyla lightly kisses her nose and then as their lips brush
and cling, she lets herself be drawn into the bed and wrapped snugly in the
sleepy warmth of honey-gold limbs and swift seeping desire.

Their arms enfold each other, fingers stroking and fluttering across upper
arms and flanks as Jinni's hand slips under the hem of her lover's uniform
dress, caressing the exquisitely soft skin of her inner thighs. Her body
awakening, lips swelling and parting, she returns the kiss, letting her
tongue probe and play for a few seconds. Her palms stroking lightly over
belly and breasts, she begins to breathe quicker as her lips trace the curves
of Leyla's cheek and neck. She can smell Leyla's excitement, feel the little
shudders of pleasure crawl over her skin and warmth of her breasts pressing
against her shoulder. She runs her tongue around the shell of her ear; takes
the lobe between her teeth nipping it delicately as her slender fingers tug
at the buttons of the dress. In seconds, it's off her shoulders and the
weight of those warm curves spills them from her bra. They're beautiful,
Leyla's breasts; just right; somewhere between unobtrusive and a nice
cleavage, they're fine tight cones of tawny-gold silk with scratchy-stiff
nipples the colour of milk chocolate. Jinni bites lovingly.

Hours later, against a backdrop of cracked and missing wall tiles and flaking
paint, the two drowsy women lie huddled together in their peacock blue bath.
Between islands of drifting, clinging foam, the steamy scented water laps at
their throats and shoulders. Jinni's curled up at the end furthest from the
taps, legs drawn up against her breasts. Leyla rests her chin on her lover's
knees, gazing up at her languidly. Her fingertips caress Jinni's mouth with
the same circular smearing touch that she uses to coax her pearl from its
swelling liquefying grotto. The pointed tip of Jinni's tongue flicks at one
of Leyla's fingertips. She takes it delicately between finger and thumb and
presses her nail into it just hard enough that Jinni shudders convulsively.
Leyla grasps one of her lover's small perfect breasts and after an
affectionate lingering squeeze, begins to stroke at it rhythmically. Her
fingertips working lightly into the fullness then trailing away toward the
swollen nipple to pluck the stiff little teat between finger and thumb with
each stroke. Jinni makes a soft noise in her throat and her fingernails dig
hard into Leyla's shoulder leaving four dull red semi-circular marks set in a
rough crescent.

"The water's getting cold and you haven't surrendered to me yet." Jinni
whispers.

Leyla looks down at the vivid nail marks on her shoulder and says slowly, "I
love you." She looks into Jinni's half closed eyes and says it again.

"I don't think I care today." Jinni says, pouting theatrically and pushing
her away. They stare longingly at each other from opposite ends of the bath.
>From outside the window, the rising sound of Hanifa's voice distracts them.
She calls loudly to their cat in Turkish. Their friend the widow lives in the
flat downstairs and looks after Rafi during the day. As her garden door shuts
with a bang, they turn their attention to each other again.

"Apologise." Leyla demands, looking fierce as she caresses Jinni's calves and
thighs with her toes. Jinni wrinkles her nose then begins to giggle and splash
water at her lover. Leyla lunges for her and they slide beneath the surface of
the water sending a tidal wave over the edge of the bath.

Under the rippling, lapping water they wreathe together, tracing the contours
of each other's necks and backs and haunches in small smooth circles,
oil-smooth curves flowing beneath their fingers as they kiss with slow
determined passion. Leyla's tongue flows smoothly into Jinni's open mouth
flickering gently as she tries to wedge her knee between Jinni's thighs.

"We'd better get out of here before we wrinkle up and freeze to death." Jinni
says.

As they stand hip to hip, breast to breast, Leyla's fingertips trail lightly
up Jinni's body, leaving a lingering trail of foam on her stomach and down
into the silken black hair at the joining of her thighs. Leyla's long fingers
curl around the soft curves of a ripe stiff-nippled breast as Jinni stretches
to reach the big sunshine yellow towel. Faces flushed, eyes bright with
excitement they dry one another brusquely. They're practised at this little
ritual, familiar with each other's curves and hollows so soon they're kissing
passionately again, their fingers smoothing and stroking.

The doorbell rings, a long discordant jangling, that blots out the thumping
of their racing heartbeats and the whispering of their feathery moans and
gasps. They listen saucer-eyed, like two small startled animals, frozen in
their embrace, mesmerised by the sound of the key grinding and clicking in
the front door lock. Jinni puts her finger to her lips as Leyla frowns
quizzically at the sounds of the door opening and Hanifa's footsteps moving
up the hall and past the bathroom.

"It's ok_lah, she's just come to get the cat food for Rafi, I said she could
take some of the Poh Pia and noodles as well." Jinni whispers.

The two of them kneel huddled under the bath sheet for several minutes, their
ears pressed to the door listening to the familiar domestic noises, the dull
sound of the fridge opening and closing, then the kitchen cabinet doors
banging and the sound of a can being opened. As Hanifa calls the cat,
rattling the spoon on the bowl they look at one another wide-eyed and
giggling silently. Leyla's fingers curl around a warm damp breast and as they
squeeze, Jinni's own hand covers hers as they kiss.

In the midday quiet of the flat, the sudden loudness of the TV makes them
jump. They stare into each other's eyes momentarily confused by the new turn
of events; Hanifa's going to watch the lunchtime soaps! Leaning over her
lover, Leyla looks at her with those gorgeous Chinese eyes and her sultry
mouth pouts.

"You said you'd take her TV to the repair shop days ago and you didn't did
you?" She accuses.

"I was going to do it this morning but you seduced me tercinta yang." Jinni
replies smiling.

"Well, she's going to sit there all afternoon now and it's your fault izenit
stoopid Minah?" Leyla whispers forcefully, poking her hard in the side.

They melt into a smoothly undulating heap beneath the yellow towel, kissing
passionately with long tongues and sharp teeth. Leyla's greater strength and
weight soon pin Jinni to the carpet like a butterfly. She rubs her nose over
Jinni's, kisses it again and gazing intently into her moist brown eyes,
begins to worm her knee between those sleek pale gold thighs. "Spread." She
whispers working her knee in with brutal efficiency. Their hips rock and
squirm in perfect synch, squishing their tingling, swelling mounds together
with deliciously rhythmic friction until the bones of their pubic arches are
rolling against each other while their tongues slither and slide deep in
Jinni's mouth. Still writhing, Leyla bends her lover's knees up, folding her
into a shuddering ball of supple-soft brown curves with a swelling, leaking
coral centre. She shimmies down through Jinni's twitching, clutching fingers
to crouch between her thighs, moistening her lips as she bends, the still
damp wings of her jet black hair sweeping across the satin-soft skin of
Jinni's inner thighs making her shudder with delight.

At the first playful flick of fingertips against her lover's taut pearl,
Leyla looks up at her with a wolfish grin then starts to stroke her with deft
fingertips before doodling her tongue over the tingling tumescent folds. Her
swirling tongue leisurely explores the fullness of pouting dusky brown and
coral pink until Jinni's trembling, sobbing in time with the pounding of her
heart and the fluttering of her pulse. Leyla's fingers squeeze and pull at
the throbbing bud while her tongue nudges the lips apart, nibbling, caressing
with long upward strokes, sweeping into the hollow wetness at her core before
spiralling up against her clit again like a soft flickering flame. She lets
it linger there until she feels the tremors shake Jinni's body and hears her
explosive gasps. Jinni shivers uncontrollably and sobs into her palm as she
comes.

The theme song from 'Neighbours' drifts through the flat, announcing the
commercial break. The sound of Hanifa's footsteps and then the hissing rush
of water into the coffee jug, from just the other side of the bathroom wall,
barely distract them from their kiss. Lying on their sides against the door,
fingers twined in each other's hair, thighs scissoring together, they breathe
the scent of jasmine bath-oil, the smell of warm skin and the musky aroma of
hot Minah. The taste's there too, fresh on their lips and fingers. As their
tongues dart and slither over lips and teeth, Jinni slips her hand down and
runs the flat of her thumb over the swollen nub of Leyla's pearl, making her
shudder uncontrollably. "I love you" she whispers, sliding her fingers in.
Leyla's thighs tremble and gape, her hips swivel against Jinni's plunging
fingers as she clings sobbing, waves of pleasure running together into a tide
of smooth shimmering rapture.

They lie happily, contentedly wrapped in each other's arms for a few minutes,
listening to slowing heartbeats and the soft gasps of their breathing slowing
to normal. Jinni sniffs her damp fingers, inhaling with a sigh, then looking
up into Leyla's dreamy brown eyes, draws her fingers slowly across Leyla's
lips letting her savour the piquant flavour. She rubs her cheek against
Leyla's and whispers.

"We'd better go and make Hanifa feel welcome now but later..."

"Peppermint green satin sheets and new batteries Ai?" Leyla giggles as her
lips brush Jinni's temple.

They smile and quietly slip apart to tidy each other's hair. Jinni rummages
through the laundry and slips on yesterday's black cotton trousers and
sweatshirt. Stealthily, silently she opens the bathroom door and slips out
carrying a rolled up towel. Wrapped in the damp yellow towel, Leyla sits
quietly chuckling as the front door slams and Jinni calls out her cheerfully
surprised hello to Hanifa. A few minutes later when Leyla also bangs the
front door and wanders into their living room dressed in jeans and tee shirt,
Hanifa looks up and asks benignly,

 "Did you have a pleasant swim Leyla dear?"

They sit on either side of Hanifa, chattering, sipping fresh black Javan
coffee and passing around a rapidly emptying box of Indian sweets as they
watch cartoons on the TV. They like Hanifa and she likes Cartoon Network so
the afternoon passes in a pleasant blur of gossip, Tom and Jerry's antics and
pistachio flavoured candies. Rafi struts, preens, and winds his long pewter
body around Hanifa's calves looking for more food. Occasionally their eyes
meet over Hanifa's head and little smiles and twinges of desire sizzle
between them but there's no urgency.

After tea as Hanifa prepares to leave, Jinni asks if she's sure she wouldn't
like to spend the evening with them. Hanifa's black eyes twinkle as she says
with a wide smile, "I think I should go now because I have things to do and
anyway you'll be wanting to play that loud record again." She looks at their
puzzled frowns and says softly.

"You know... the record you always play over and over again after you've spent
the day in bed together... wicked girls."

As she stands at the door, she puts her hand on Leyla's arm and chuckles. "I
know... I always knew but today I only realised you were in the bathroom
because Rafi was rubbing himself on the door frame when I went out to the
kitchen to make coffee." Hanifa smiles and squeezes both their hands in hers.
"Have a good night but please enjoy yourselves quietly, the walls are quite
thin."

 Grey blades of morning light are slicing through the windows as Leyla shakes
herself out of the warm glow of her reveries and blearily looks at her watch;
only another forty minutes until the end of the shift. She wanders round the
ward, makes herself hot chocolate and watches the dawn unfold with a gentle
but insistent throb in her lower abdomen. She looks at her watch again and
feels the throb grow stronger, like a storm racing towards her from a far
horizon. She imagines the wood-rimmed steering wheel sliding through Jinni's
fingers and the sharp thrust of her hand on the short gearshift as the car
swings out of their cul-de-sac onto the main road, accelerating hard. Leyla
smiles as she imagines Jinni driving fast through the early morning drizzle
towards the hospital.



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