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'Twas the Day After Christmas (FF, rom)
By
Lisa and Sharon
Christmas Eve was quiet. It was not a quiet of peace and contentment.
It was a quiet of emptiness and loneliness. When you're bi and have had your
girlfriend around since college days, you know that the possibility exists
that for one of you, or both, Mr. Right might someday come along. With
things as they are, it could even be a Ms. Right who separates you.
That's fine when it's an abstract concept. It's something else entirely
when it's Christmas and your best friend and lover is 1200 miles away with
HIM! It's shit, that's what it is! You can rationalize the situation saying
that it was inevitable and that if it did have to happen, at least it's with
a nice guy who makes her happy. Rationalizations though don't go very far
when your sweet Sheila has chosen to spend her first Christmas in years away
from you and with someone else. Under the circumstances he may be Mr. Right
to her, but for the moment, regardless of how nice a guy he might be, he's
still just Charlie Dufus to you!
You can try and say that it has been becoming an increasing possibility.
That job of hers that she loves so has done its part. It has taken her away
from you emotionally and intellectually, not to mention physically for more
days that it has permitted you to be together. It has been a wedge. Even
when the two of you could be together, there was no longer the same spiritual
oneness. Your lives, which for several years had been so closely intertwined
that for days on end you might be apart for no longer than it takes to go to
the bathroom, have taken divergent paths. And now HE is there to create
another wedge between you.
Of course you and she had talked about someday meeting a nice guy and
getting married and having kids. Funny, but the only times you had ever
talked like that had always been as pillow talk while cuddling together after
making love. Sigmund Freud would probably have loved to explore the
symbolism in THAT!
You can try and put a good face on and make the best of things. You can
say that a quiet Christmas Day spent reading and all cuddled up in a big
quilt is just what you need. You can even do your darndest and try and make
yourself believe it. Unfortunately that doesn't last longer than the moment
you wake up in an empty bed on Christmas morning aching to cuddle her and
have her cuddle you back.
That was how Linda felt as she started to make her third cup of tea. The
bed had felt so empty when she woke up. That emptiness swept through her
soul when she remembered Sheila was in another bed so very far away. Was she
awake yet? Was she making love with him? Oh God just don't let her come
home with a huge rock on her finger! She's my best friend and I want the
world for her, but I can't deal with THAT! Maybe later, but not just now!
As planned, Linda tried to lose herself in a book, but found she read the
same page over and over and over. Wrapping herself in her favorite quilt
felt like putting fancy gildwork on a frame of rotted wood. The outside
looked perfect but the inside was devastated. The only saving grace was that
she had stayed up ever so late watching movies and had slept late in turn so
that this sad, miserable, empty day was over half over.
Linda knew she could not just sit here making herself sick inside. A
book hadn't helped the situation, and she knew nothing in her video
collection would cure her. She had no desire to use her computer to redirect
her mind. Finally Linda decided to do something she very seldom did, go for
a walk.
There was a lovely little park not very far from her home. She had
driven by it countless times and it had always looked inviting. There were
woods and a little pond and it looked just like a magical little retreat in
the middle of the world's hassle. Sometimes she had seen walkers and joggers
enjoying the park and she had often promised herself that someday she would
explore the place. But like so many self-promises this one had always been
shunted to the side as 'more urgent' business demanded attention.
It was a cold day so Linda bundled herself in warm things. She was not
so much of an outdoors girl that jogging or brisk activity could generate
enough body heat to keep her warm. No, she thought sadly, her best
activities were of a vastly different nature where body heat was usually no
problem! And that wouldn't help her now.
The park was deserted when she arrived. As she left the parking lot
behind her and ventured down a path, Linda felt a peace and contentment come
over her. The air was clean and cold. The woods, though heavily used
throughout the year, today felt pure and untrammeled. Everybody else must
have been off busy with Christmas dinner for she was alone with herself and
nature. As she walked, little chickadees flittered about seeking an
afternoon snack among the leaf-litter.
The path looped back towards the parking lot before looping off in
another direction towards the pond. As Linda came out of the woods by the
parking lot there was another car parked near hers. A tall woman was busy
doing stretching exercises. From her activity and her garb she was obviously
a jogger. As Linda approached her she could see that the woman was quite
attractive as well. The sweats that the woman was wearing could not
completely disguise the figure within and Linda recalled something she had
once heard: that if a woman looked good IN sweats, then she had to look
fantastic OUT of them! She blushed as she thought of this and couldn't help
undressing the woman in her mind. Another warmth flooded through her, one
that hadn't been created by her walk!
As they neared, the woman glanced up and noticed Linda's approach. Her
features were almost supermodel gorgeous and yet there was still a warmth and
humanity to them. Linda could not help but smile and say hello. The woman
straightened up and smiled back. Though Linda had always hated the fact that
the winter sun always seemed to glare directly into her eyes, this time its
angle was worth it as for a brief moment the sun's rays caught in the woman's
long, brown hair and brought it alive with fire and brilliance. It was
almost like something you would see on a TV commercial, but here in the park
on a cold, Christmas afternoon it was almost magical.
"It looks like we have the place to ourselves today. Everybody else must
be busy."
A shadow of sadness passed over Linda as the woman's words brought back
an awareness of Sheila and a wondering of just how busy she might be at the
moment. It must have shown on her face, for the woman looked on her with
concern.
"Is everything OK? For a second there you looked as though all the joy
inside you just drained out."
Normal interpersonal skills and customs would dictate a response of "Oh
no, everything's fine." But as Linda looked into this woman's eyes something
happened inside her. She felt as though this was a person who genuinely
cared. Someone who had asked out of genuine concern and not out of
superficial observation or 'politeness.' Someone who would listen and who
would understand.
Though normally not one to open herself so readily, Linda found herself
telling this stranger why she had just felt as she did. And as she had
expected, the woman did not recoil from the small, intimate confession from
an unknown passerby, but instead expressed her own sadness at Linda's
unfortunate turn of events. Her voice, her face, her entire demeanor backed
up the sincerity of her words.
Linda and the woman by silent yet mutual assent began to walk down the
pond path. Linda found herself revealing more about herself and her about
life with Sheila. The woman in turn spoke how she had been involved with a
man, indeed someone she had thought might have been 'the ONE,' until she
discovered a short time ago that she had hardly been 'his only.' And that
this had not been the first time something like that had happened to her.
Though she admitted that she had never been involved with another woman in
the way Linda had been with Sheila, she conjectured that when your heart and
soul were hurting, the gender of the person who had created the hurt didn't
really matter. The hurt was just as real and as painful.
And so as the two women walked they shared little stories and
confidences. Though strangers so briefly before, they expressed things to
each other that they had only shared with a few other, if even then. They
were well past halfway around the pond, and even further down the path of
their developing friendship, when it suddenly came to each of them that they
didn't even know each other's name! They laughed, paused, introduced
themselves, and then continued with their walk and their soul talk.
By the time Linda and Claire were back to the parking lot each felt as
though they had been friends for ages! Each felt as though in the other they
had truly discovered a kindred spirit. Claire retrieved a notebook and pen
from her car and the two exchanged addresses and phone numbers. They both
expressed their desire to get together again very soon for lunch or coffee.
They gave each other a parting hug that was surprisingly snug given the
duration of their acquaintance, and yet was hardly so given the intimacy that
had magically developed between them. Before slipping completely from
Claire's embrace, Linda looked straight into Claire's eyes. A murmured
"Thank You" was all she said. Claire did not reply verbally, but looked
deeply into Linda's eyes. A mysterious, almost Mona Lisa smile came to
Claire's lips.
The moment passed and the two women got into their cars and drove off.
Linda felt so good inside. She was so happy that she had gone to the park.
The evening passed quickly as she flittered about the house. After a little
snack and a shower, she tucked herself into bed. But before going to bed she
suddenly felt compelled to do something. She got out the piece of paper with
Claire's number on it and punched the seven digits into her phone. She felt
as nervous as a schoolgirl as she heard the rings at the other end of the
line. She also felt panic as all sorts of horrible thoughts raced through
her head. What if she's not there? What is someone else answers? What if I
read all the signals wrong and she really was just being a nice person but
doesn't truly wish to be bothered by me?
Then there was that voice. That beautiful voice belonging to that
beautiful woman who she had just met and yet who seemed so special to her.
"Hi Claire. It's me, Linda. I just wanted to call and say how nice it
was meeting you today. I glad I met you and I loved our little talk. I
guess I just wanted to say, 'Thank You'. For everything."
There was silence at the other end of the line for a moment and Linda
felt that maybe she had overstepped herself and that her fears were coming
true. Then she heard Claire's words.
"You're welcome Linda, though you really don't have to thank me for
anything. I'm glad I happened to be there when you needed someone. Meeting
you today was special for me too, in ways you don't know. I'm just really
glad I decided to go to the park today and I really hope that we can get
together again."
There was a long pause as each woman searched for words to express what
they were feeling and wanted to share. The same magical kinship they felt
while they had walked in the park was there again. In the pause in the
conversation, each felt a joy in the bit of electronic connection that
existed between them, though neither knew quite how to express the bond she
was feeling. Their sudden lack of words was surprising given the easy with
which the conversation had flowed at the park. Linda felt herself very
attracted to Claire, in all respects, and was a bit unnerved by how intensely
she felt that attraction despite the brevity of their relationship. Claire
had not stopped thinking about Linda since she had left the park. She too
felt an incredible attraction, even in ways she had never before experienced
and with which she did not quite know how to deal.
Finally, after bits of disjointed conversation and hesitant expressions
of "Take care" and "Sleep well", the two women hung up. Linda turned off the
light and snuggled under the covers feeling warmer and cozier inside than she
had in a long time.
The next morning Linda woke up. Her warm cozy feeling was still with
her, and didn't evaporate even though there was no Sheila. Linda found her
slippers and robe and went downstairs for retrieve the Sunday paper from the
front steps and to pop the kettle on. She was part way through her first cup
of tea and the circulars when the doorbell rang. Linda went to open the door
and was amazed to find Claire standing there.
Claire looked ten times more beautiful than she had the afternoon before.
No sweats today, Claire was wearing a magnificent full length fur that was
almost the same shade as her long, flowing hair. Linda was so pleased to see
her that she was almost speechless, though she did manage a hello and to
invite Claire in. The look in her eyes though said it all as she positively
beamed! Standing in the foyer, Claire in one way seemed a little nervous,
but Linda could sense from the warmth of Claire's gaze that there was much
more going on within her. Claire surprised her when she started to speak and
asked Linda not to interrupt or she would never be able to say what she
wanted to.
"I've been driving myself crazy with this all night long. A thousand
times I wanted to call you and say what was on my mind, but I knew I would
never be able to find the right words. A hundred times I must have picked up
the phone and then put it down again, unable to finish dialing I was so
nervous."
"Never in my life did I feel the way I did with you yesterday. Being
with you was just so perfect. It was like one of those moments you wish you
could freeze and hold in place forever. I felt like I could tell you
anything and you would understand. I have felt so confused and lost since I
broke up with my last boyfriend. I wondered if there was something wrong
with me and that was why my relationships never seemed to go right. Then I
met you. So much of what you said mirrored things that I felt inside. I
felt like there was a part of me within you and a part of you within me. I
know it's crazy but being with you just made me feel so wonderful."
"You told me about Sheila and about some of the other women you have
loved, both emotionally and physically. You know I've never been with a
woman like that, but being with you I could understand how you felt when you
talked about being attracted to someone. When we talked I just wanted it to
go on and on and on. I wanted to know every part of you soul and to let you
into mine. When you held me, it just felt so right. I just wanted to stay
there forever. I wanted to cry and to kiss you and to stay with you forever
you made me feel so wonderful inside. You are so beautiful. Inside, as well
as outside. I wanted to cry out. I couldn't understand how anyone as sweet
and lovely as you were could ever be alone or lonely. I wanted to kiss you
and hold you and take away whatever pain you were feeling."
"Linda, I know that yesterday was Christmas, but I wonder if you could
possibly accept what I would like to give you."
With that, Claire opened her fur and slipped it from her shoulders,
dropping it to the floor at her feet. A big, red Christmas ribbon extended
from her shoulder, across her body to her hip, beauty contestant sash style.
It was the only thing she wore!
Linda's thought of the prior day, that if a woman looked good in sweats
then she would look good out of them was very true. Claire was indeed
beautiful. Her long hair flowed about her shoulders and ended just above her
breasts. That was good since breasts that beautiful should never be hidden
by anything! Claire's long torso narrowed to a trim waist before flaring
outward in rounded hips. Her legs were long and luscious. Linda's vision
was obscured somewhat though for her eyes brimmed with tears. She felt ready
to cry Claire's sentiments were just so beautiful.
Linda couldn't speak. Though her lip trembled slightly at the emotion
that was coursing through her, she managed to smile at Claire. Poor Claire,
who having made her speech and offered herself, now was a bit concerned that
perhaps she had made a mistake and had gone too far. But only for the
briefest of moments did she feel that way for Linda reached to the belt of
her robe and pulled it free. Shrugging the robe from her shoulders she let
it fall to the floor in imitation of Claire's coat. Since Linda very rarely
wore anything to bed, she was already nude beneath the robe. She now stood
so before Claire, both women on the brink of tears at what was being offered
and accepted.
They melted into each other's arms, kissing with a depth and intensity
that lovers seldom experience. Their arms held each other, for the moment
not needing to explore the magnificent flesh each offered the other, but
instead needing to lock the other in place lest she somehow disappear. As
they kissed and held each other, their emotions got the better of them and
the tears that each had felt building came forth. They were tears of love
and of joy though and both women laughed as they held each other and tried to
kiss the tears away.
Linda did sense a difference from their embrace the prior day and
realized that they didn't fit together as perfectly as they had seemed to
before. Then she realized that she had to reach up a bit because Claire was
wearing heels! She could fix that she thought, and grabbing Claire by the
hand led her upstairs to the bedroom.
Before they climbed into bed, Claire kicked away her shoes as Linda
helped her slip out of her ribbon sash.
"I LOVE unwrapping presents!"
Both smiled at the thought of the unwrapping being done and fell back
into each other's arms just as they fell backward into the bed. Warm, soft
woman flesh pressed and squirmed against equally warm, soft woman flesh.
Breast to breast, hip to hip, and thigh to thigh, each delighted in the
smooth softness pressed against her own. Hands traced lazy patterns over
velvety smooth backs as body pressed to body, one crinkly bit of girl fur
merging into another as pubic bone gently bumped pubic bone. Lying as they
were, each was handicapped by one arm being trapped beneath the other, and
yet their free hands roamed and explored. Over breasts and down into sexual
caldrons their hands explored. Over love swollen pussy lips and upward into
their most secret of places.
"Oh Linda. I never thought that being with another woman would be as
wonderful as being with you is! Love me, please. And let me love you."
Linda responded by rolling on top of Claire. Spreading her legs so that
they straddled Claire's hips, Linda pushed herself up on her arms so that she
was free to move over Claire's body. Her cheek brushed softly against
Claire's as she moved to her next target, Claire's earlobe. There Linda
kissed and nibbled before running her tongue around the curves of Claire's
ear and slipping the tip of her tongue into Claire's ear canal. Claire
moaned with pleasure at the delightful invasion and her body shuddered with
delight. Her arms stroked Linda's flanks while her legs flexed trying to
wrap themselves around Linda but constrained beneath Linda's body. She
hugged Linda as tightly as she could and buried her face into Linda's lush
volume of long blonde hair.
Linda kissed her way down Claire's throat and onto her full, rounded
breast. Claire's breasts were slightly fuller than her own, though only
slightly. Claire's areolae were much larger in diameter though, and her
nipples were broader and flatter when erect, though they got just as hard!
Linda closed her mouth over Claire's breast and sucked on a mass of the soft
flesh, all the while flicking her tongue over Claire's hard nipple.
Claire whimpered and squirmed with joy and pleasure beneath Linda's body
as Linda continued to pay homage to Claire's beautiful breasts. Slowly
Linda's mouth closed expelling most of Claire's tittie tissue. Linda's lips
formed a tight circle around the bud of Claire's nipple and the tip of her
tongue formed a hard point that wriggled against the very end of Claire's
nipple. Claire felt the pleasure rockets shoot between her tittie and her
cunt in response to the oral stimulation of her nip. She responded with a
moan and a frantic squirming as an orgasm sought to drain off a bit of her
tremendous sexual tension.
Linda did not let up on the delights she was administering to her new
friend and lover. Soon she left Claire's breast to kiss and taste her way
southward, across Claire's stomach and down towards her crotch. As Linda
moved down Claire's body she assumed a position between Claire's legs rather
than straddling them. Claire was no virgin to oral sex and softly moaned in
anticipation of the tongue-lashing she knew was coming. She spread her legs
wide apart to give Linda complete access of the soft wet core of her sex.
Linda kissed her way through Claire's dark mat of girl fur and then
pulled back to study her new lover's pussy. While the soft brown hair there
had been carefully trimmed so as not to peak around the edges of a bathing
suit, there was still quite a bit more hair on Claire's mound than on Linda's
largely depilated pussy.
Linda ran the pad of her thumb up and down the length of Claire's slit
before she positioned her thumbs along the edges of Claire's slit. She
couldn't resist the sight of Claire's wet, engorged pussy folds and bent
forward, running her tongue over the exquisitely sensitive labia before her.
She loved Claire's taste on her lips, but forced herself to forego further
tasting of Claire's fascinating little quim until later. Gently she parted
her lover's wet folds, opening Claire's inner delights to her gaze.
As Claire's female parts began to open under her efforts, Linda became
even more aware of the intoxicating scent of Claire's rich female musk. Its
earthy quality reminded Linda of a fine, full-bodied Burgundy and she eagerly
looked forward to more of this wine tasting! She peeled the petals of
Claire's sexual flower further apart until she had denuded the rigid little
nub of Claire's clitoris and the pink flesh at the gate to Claire's vagina.
Once again Linda lowered her face into Claire's snatch and sucked the
hard little bump of Claire's clitty between her lips. As her tongue flicked
and teased the engorged bud, Claire cried out. The incredibly wonderful
feeling was enough to trigger another orgasm that Linda rode out, her mouth
firmly fastened to her friend's pulsating cunt.
"Linda please! I want to please you too! Please let me do you too!"
Claire was not forced to wait long for her request to be granted.
Lifting her face from Claire's goodies only long enough to pivot her body and
to avoid kneeling on something sweet and precious, Linda positioned her knees
on each side of Claire's head and then quickly resumed her licking and
sucking of Claire's cunny.
Claire stared up at the beautiful, soft female flesh just inches above
her. She had often explored her own hidden delights with a mirror and had
long ago concluded that she liked the way her own body looked. Her female
body could be so much more special and mysterious than a male's. Especially
the way her cunt tucked so neatly between her legs and yet flowered open for
love and attention when she spread her legs wide apart. But this was the
first time she had actually been so close to the magic and marvels that make
up a woman's cunt and certainly her first introduction to an aroused pussy to
which she would shortly be making love! Claire immediately concluded that
she LOVED the way Linda's pussy looked!
Unlike her own pussy, Linda's pubic hair had been carefully removed. All
except a tuft at the top of her slit. The outer lips and all along her cunt
crease had been carefully cleared of any hair that might otherwise spoil the
view or diminish the tasting! It made Linda's snatch look so clean. It also
made it look sexy as hell! The lips looked so incredibly inviting. It made
one want to touch them and taste them! It also made them look sort of
innocent and virginal. The total effect though was tremendous and Claire
resolved to ask Linda help her give her own pussy a similar treatment.
Though she had never administered oral love to a woman before, Claire was
well versed with using her tongue and lips to give pleasure to men. Judging
from the effects that Linda's efforts had with her, the pleasure she could
give to Linda could be considerable! Beyond an immediate urge to put her
lips to Linda's pussy for that most intimate of kisses, an experience she had
never shared with a woman, Claire was equally thrilled by the other sensual
delights of Linda's snatch. It looked and smelled so sexy! Like nothing she
had ever experienced before. And it felt so wonderful too! She had placed
her fingertips on Linda's pouty labia and gently rubbed over the smooth,
slick flesh. The way Linda's sex folds pulled and parted was so incredibly
thrilling and arousing! She could understand why some of her boyfriends had
loved to go down on her and could literally spend hours playing with her
pussy! And it was so nice not to have a hard cock poking and stabbing her in
the face!
Stroking Linda's outer lips, Claire succumbed to an urge for more and
began to slip her finger between Linda's labia and into the hot, moist hole
beyond. While her finger wriggled inside Linda's cunt, Claire pressed her
thumb to Linda's clitty and rubbed there as well. It was so like fingering
her own pussy and yet it was so different! Judging from Linda's moans and
the way her hips were squirming against her hand Claire could tell that she
was hitting Linda's good spots!
Finally Claire could resist the temptation of Linda's sex no longer.
Moving her hands away from Linda's snatch to her hips, she raised her face to
Linda's pussy, opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and for the first time
in her life tasted another woman's pussy! Now she definitely knew why men
went down on women. Pussy was wonderful! The skin there was so soft and
yielding, and yet in its own way compelling! The sweet-sour taste was much
like her own, and yet was so different and unique. With her tongue in
contact with Linda's clit, her nose nudged into the opening of Linda's
vagina. She could feel Linda's wetness smeared against her cheeks. With her
face buried in Linda's slit she could barely breath. And yet she loved it!
She knew how wonderful it felt when someone did this to her. Now she could
give that same pleasure to Linda!
Claire so enjoyed loving Linda's pussy, if she could have buried herself
in Linda's soft sweet sex folds she would have. She felt an increase in the
tempo of Linda's thrusting and squirming against her. She knew very well
what Linda was feeling as it was the same as the wonderful sensations that
Linda was creating deep within her own pussy. The old saying was indeed
true; it did take a woman to love another woman!
Knowing that despite her Saphic inexperience she was creating the effect
she hoped for and was giving Linda love and pleasure, Claire could stop
worrying about her performance and simply enjoy this very special moment.
She could give herself over to the marvelous sensations that her body was
experiencing. Faster and wilder her body gyrated as Linda probed, licked,
and nibbled on her pussy. The acceleration of her passion had a
corresponding effect on Linda. Linda too began rubbing her breasts over
Claire's abdomen and grinding her crotch against Claire's questing lips as
she felt her arousal building towards a climax. She wanted to take Claire
there first though. She didn't want her new special friend to be left
unfulfilled.
As in response to her wishes, Claire's purring and whimpering became
louder and her squirming and thrusting stronger until her body tensed.
Crying out her joy, Claire felt waves of pleasure and contentment flood
through her body as her orgasm broke over her. Hearing and feeling Claire
come beneath her, Linda gave herself over to her own pleasure and permitted
the orgasm she had been repressing to surge over and through her.
For several minutes the two beautiful women were transported to another
dimension of sensation. All awareness of this time and place was suspended
as the wondrous marvel that is the female orgasm continued to work its magic
for them. The volume and tempo of their release slowly subsided, though an
occasional twitch or a muffled moan from one or the other indicated that
their orgasms had not quite yet run their course.
Completely wrung out from their orgasms, the two women collapsed. Linda
somehow managed to flop over on her side to avoid crushing Claire, but that
was all she could manage before she succumbed to the exhaustion of her
cuming. With their cheeks resting on their lover's thigh and with lips but
six inches from fragrant, moist nether lips, Linda and Claire dozed in peace
and sexual satiation. Of course that satiation lasted for only about a
minute after they awoke and settled into each other's arms for another
session of cuddling and contentment.
-The End -
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