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Beautiful Love
by Storyteller (storyteller@pacificwest.com)

***

The ultimate romance? (FFM, rom)

***

I can't believe how beautiful Sarah is, lying on our 
bed, sound asleep. I feel so grateful that we met. Just 
3 months ago, we didn't even know each other existed. 
I've never known a person to fit so perfectly into my 
life. I've heard of soul mates, but never thought it 
was possible, till now.

This has been a very warm summer. The sun is barely 
rising, yet the warmth of yesterday still lingers. I 
have to leave for work early this morning, so I've had 
the pleasure of viewing Sarah's nude body lying on top 
of our bed, as I prepare for work. I see the remnants 
of last night, our intermingled love juices dried on 
her legs and matting her short, thin, brown hair that 
delicately flows inward and downward, as an arrow 
pointing toward a priceless treasure. 

I watch her breasts rise and fall with each breath she 
takes. She fills her B-cup bras so beautifully, but 
fully exposed, they still rise to the ceiling, topped 
by her highly sensitive pink nipples. A smile remains 
on her face. I'm not sure if it is stuck there from 
last night, or she is dreaming a continuation. Her 
silky brown hair frames her fair complexion, draping 
just slightly below her shoulders.

I want to savor this sight longer, but know that I must 
leave, and it is time for her to wake up. Leaning down, 
her sweet scent flows with the air currents caused by 
her body heat emanating outward. I feel her warmth as 
my lips approach hers. My lips gently touch hers. 

"Mmmmm," I hear from deep within her. "I love waking 
with my lover's luscious lips caressing mine." She 
pulls me down on the bed, wrapping her arms and legs 
around me. Into my ear she whispers, "I don't even need 
to open my eyes to feel the nurturing glow of Dawn. I 
love you my dear Dawn." Fighting my desire to just stay 
there indefinitely, I peel her arms and legs off me, as 
she cries out, "Till tonight, my love." 

**

While driving to work, my mind relives our past 
wonderful months. I first encountered Sarah while 
working at my fairly new job. I am a physical 
therapist, specializing in children who need 
prosthetics. I have been working in this field for 12 
years, but just recently started at this state of the 
art facility that I have been wanting to work at for 
many years. I heard that someone was retiring and an 
opening was available, so jumped at this rare 
opportunity. I love it here. The staff is great, and 
the kids are a joy. I have been welcomed by all the 
staff and made to feel at home.

One thing I thought was unusual was that every day, 
when kids arrived, they'd ask, "Is Sarah coming today?" 
I had met all the staff, and acquainted myself with all 
the patients, and there wasn't a Sarah among any of 
them. After a week of hearing this, I asked my 
supervisor who Sarah is. She informed me that Sarah is 
a volunteer who comes in and helps with the children. 
She is very playful, and all the kids love her. I was 
told that she started coming by a few years back to get 
her mind off the divorce she was going through, fell in 
love with the kids and has been coming back ever since. 
I began to look forward to meeting this Wonder Woman. 

Finally, the day arrived. I was working with a five-
year-old boy, when the room broke out in shrieks, 
giggles and laughter. I looked up and saw Sarah. I'm 
not sure if it was just the sun shining through the 
window onto her or if she radiated her own glow, but 
her smile was contagious and her energy brightened the 
entire room. I feared that she was going to be 
smothered by the hoard of children gravitating toward 
her, yet she was very adept at protecting herself while 
making sure that none of the kids were hurt or felt 
left out.

After about 10 minutes, our supervisor announced, "OK, 
back to work, now." The kids went back to their 
stations, and Sarah started making her rounds, giving 
each child special one-on-one attention. After 
connecting with each of the kids, she came up to me. 
"Hi, I'm Sarah. You must be Dawn, Mattie's replacement. 
I know that Mattie will be greatly missed, but I've 
heard a lot of positive about you, already, so I'm sure 
that you'll fit right in at this great place." I was 
impressed from the start. 

 Sarah was friendly, playful, caring, respectful, 
sensitive, outgoing and yet was actually very humble 
and didn't push anything on anyone. I could tell that 
this is a woman who would bring a lot of joy and 
happiness to a place that some could see as a place of 
sadness and pain. Here was this room filled with 
children who had lost limbs or were born without them, 
and yet this same room was filled with joy and 
laughter.

Sometimes, when I was working with a frightened child, 
Sarah would appear, and all fear would melt away. She 
had a way with everyone. I don't think anyone couldn't 
feel love for her. One day, after bringing a smile to a 
scared young girl, as she rose to move on, she touched 
my arm. Her touch was so gentle, yet it felt like a 
bolt of lightning entered me where her hand touched. 

I looked up and saw a twinkle in her eye as our eyes 
connected for a moment, before she looked at the little 
girl and gave her one last reassurance. She said, 
"You're a very lucky girl, because Dawn, here, is our 
most skilled and gentlest therapist, and she never 
gives up. She's going to help you to be able to run 
around and play and do all the things you've ever 
dreamt of doing." Following a smile and very 
interesting eye contact with me, she moved on.

**

Let me take you back a bit in time. As far back as I 
can remember, I have gravitated towards girls. It's not 
that I didn't like boys; it's just that the gentleness 
and sensitivity of girls seemed to melt my heart. I 
never shared this with anyone as I was growing, as I 
realized I was different. Yet, I didn't want to be 
labeled as different and ostracized by others. 

I fantasized in my mind, and pictured girls when I 
masturbated, but didn't share my secret with anyone. I 
even went out on a few dates with guys in high school, 
and though I enjoyed the time we spent together, they 
just didn't have that softness I yearned for. I felt 
nothing when they kissed me. Maybe they sensed that, as 
I was never asked out on a second date.

In college, I discovered the gay and lesbian student 
group. I realized that I now had the opportunity to 
safely explore who I really was. I made some friends 
who were willing to show me the ropes and let me grow 
at my own pace. I even developed some relationships 
that gave me a taste of the love I yearned for. Nothing 
seemed to become permanent, but I did feel much 
stronger regarding my identity by the time I graduated 
college. Though I wasn't meeting as many lesbians after 
I graduated, I did end up in a few relationships that 
lasted up to 2 years. My ideal has still eluded me.
 
I was never into roles, where one person had to act 
like a woman and the other like a man. I know that I'm 
a woman, and enjoy being a woman. I also know that I 
appreciate an equal partner who also enjoys being a 
woman. I dream of a woman who appreciates me for who I 
am, without attempting to mold me into her image of a 
partner. 

Maybe I expect too much, but I'd rather be alone and 
feel good about myself and the life I live than 
settling, just to be in a relationship. I can be 
assertive when I feel I belong, yet tend to be quiet 
and wait for others to make the first move, which 
limits my opportunities. I believe that the right 
relationship is worth waiting for.

**

Cuddling with Dawn's pillow, I don't seem to want to 
get out of this bed. I just want to savor the scent 
that still lingers on her pillow. I can't believe where 
life has taken me. I never expected to end up here, yet 
I couldn't imagine a place I'd rather be. I don't think 
anyone would have guessed that I'd end up with a woman, 
yet it feels so right. I know that I have to get up, 
yet Dawn's face never leaves my mind.

It's not that I've never had any experiences with a 
female before. I shared a lot with my best friend Kate, 
actually, everything. We met in the 3rd grade. We were 
both new students at the school, and the established 
cliques were too tight to be open to new kids, so Kate 
and I established our own Mutual Admiration Society. We 
were tight. As long as we had each other, we felt we 
could conquer the world. Even back in the 3rd grade, we 
were both quite boy crazy. We would look and giggle and 
pretend, but we shared our dreams only with each other.

As we entered puberty, Kate and I helped each other to 
learn about and be comfortable with the changes 
happening within us. During our sleepovers, we did a 
lot of looking, touching and exploring. We felt totally 
safe with each other. As we got deeper into 
adolescence, and anticipated the opportunities to 
actually go out with boys, we practiced on each other, 
so we wouldn't stumble around and look foolish when the 
time arrived. We taught each other how to kiss and 
helped each other to discover the pleasures of sex. We 
shared our first orgasms with each other. It was 
wonderful, but we knew that our goal was to be with 
boys and never thought of ourselves as lesbian or even 
bi-sexual.

During high school, we got our opportunity to put our 
practice to good use, and enjoyed being with boys. 
After each new experience, we were eager to share what 
happened with our best friend. We knew we'd always be 
close. Unfortunately, our college opportunities led us 
to different coasts. We cared too much about each other 
to hold the other back, so encouraged each other to 
take the best opportunities.

College felt odd, as we weren't as readily available to 
share with. We had to deal both with the distance and 
the time difference. We stayed in contact, but started 
growing apart. I lived in the dorm and was more 
academically than socially oriented. I did have 
occasional dates, my little escapes, but I kept my 
priorities in check. I became friendly with Derek, who 
lived on the same floor as me. We didn't seem to feel 
chemistry for each other, but enjoyed hanging out with 
each other. I felt safe with him, knowing I wouldn't 
have to deal with any pressure.

Even though we were both academically oriented, we also 
appreciated sex. After going out on dates, we would 
share notes and enjoyed hearing of the other's 
experiences. We would openly talk about sex and 
masturbation, yet never even touched each other. I 
guess he helped me get over the loss I felt from not 
having Kate to share with. Over the 4 years, he went 
through multiple girlfriends and I went through 
multiple boyfriends. 

Over Christmas break during our senior year, Derek 
invited me to spend the vacation at his family's home, 
as I had no family close by. I had already met his 
family on many occasions and felt comfortable with 
them, so accepted his invitation. During that break, we 
seemed to constantly hear from his family members, "So, 
now that you are graduating, when will we hear wedding 
bells?" This caught us totally off guard, as we had 
never thought of marrying each other, though we knew 
that we both wanted to be married. This planted a seed 
that germinated and grew over the next 6 months. By the 
time graduation came around, we had ourselves convinced 
that we would be ideal partners, so got engaged.

 One year after the seed was planted, we tied the knot. 
Going in, he knew that, though I loved kids, I couldn't 
see bringing kids into this world filled with anger, 
war and hatred. He said he was fine with having no 
kids. We got along very well and enjoyed our careers 
and being married. As we approached the age of 30, he 
started questioning whether I had changed my mind about 
kids, as we were running out of time if we decided to 
have kids. I reassured him that I had no plan to change 
my decision. 

He seemed to bring the subject up more and more, till I 
realized that he wasn't concerned that I would lose out 
on this opportunity, but that he would lose out on this 
opportunity. Finally, he admitted that he truly felt a 
need to have kids. I had grown to love him, and truly 
wanted him to feel happy and fulfilled, so I encouraged 
him to find a partner who he could have children with. 
Eventually, he did find this woman, and we decided to 
part ways. We thought we could still maintain contact, 
as we still cared a great deal about each other, but 
his new wife was jealous of me, so all contact was 
stopped.

Though I wanted Derek to be happy, I was feeling a loss 
when we actually moved apart. I decided to fill the 
void by doing some volunteering, as I had too much free 
time that was filled with too much thinking. A friend 
of mine told me about the Variety Club's annual 
telethon to raise money for their limb bank for 
children. 

This sounded interesting, so I spent the weekend there, 
helping out. I fell in love with these kids, and that's 
what led me to my on going volunteering at the 
Children's Prosthetic Center. Though I love my career, 
I love spending time with "my kids", also. Though I 
thought, at first, that I'd find spending time with 
these children to be depressing, I can't believe how 
fulfilled and energized I feel after spending time with 
them, watching them overcome their hurdles and 
accomplishing their goals.

After several years at the center, Mattie, one of the 
center's most loved physical therapists, announced that 
she was retiring. I couldn't picture that place without 
her. I guess it is true that every time a door closes, 
another one opens, for she was replaced by an angel, 
Dawn. I had taken some time off after Mattie's 
retirement party, as I couldn't bear to see the 
emptiness I anticipated, left by her absence. I stayed 
in touch with some of the staff, and was surprised to 
hear them give glowing reports of Mattie's replacement. 
I felt confused. How could they forget about Mattie, 
move on and replace her so easily?

Mattie called me up and invited me to have lunch with 
her. It was so good to see her. She told me that she 
has been keeping in contact with the center and knew 
that I hadn't been around. She told me that the center 
will always be an important part of her, but she was 
getting up in years, it was harder for her to handle 
the physical demands of the job and it was time for her 
to move on. She told me that one reason she felt able 
to move on was that I was there to keep the laughter 
going.

"But they replaced you," I sobbed. 

"No, Sarah, they replaced my position, not me. They 
continue to call me and seek my advice on a regular 
basis."

"But what about all these glowing comments they are 
pouring out about this new woman? How can they feel so 
good about someone they barely know?"

"Sarah, you need to know that I was in on the decision 
to hire Dawn. I talked to her previous employer and 
several other people who know her well. Based on what I 
learned about her, I convinced the center that she was 
the best person for the job. Give her a chance. You may 
grow to like her as much as I've grown to like her."

How was I to know that I would grow to "like" Dawn much 
more than she could ever imagine? As you can see, I did 
give her a chance, and I'm definitely not sorry I did. 
I watched her in action and was truly impressed with 
what I saw. She is a very conscientious person, caring, 
hard working, sensitive and loving. I felt ashamed of 
myself for judging her before I had even met her, so 
pushed myself to go up and greet her and welcome her to 
"our" center. Once I saw her for whom she truly is, I 
had to show her that I was happy she was there.

**

What was that look? What was that smile? She was 
married. I don't think anyone knows that I am a 
lesbian. My mind is racing. I feel so many mixed and 
confusing messages run through me. There is something 
about this woman. I know that I've never made the first 
move, and I doubt that she'd be interested, but how can 
I just ignore it and let something that feels so 
different just pass by? I decide that I have to take a 
chance, allow some vulnerability. Today is Friday, and 
it is almost noon, the time she leaves for her regular 
job. I know that it will be too painful to wait till 
Monday. I have to reach out. I see Sarah walking over 
to pick up her purse. Well, it is now or never. Nothing 
ventured, nothing gained.

"Hi Sarah, thanks for those kind words you shared with 
Nikki."

"You deserved hearing them, also. I meant everything I 
said. I had a hard time accepting that anyone could 
replace Mattie, but I was being closed minded. I have 
always been of the belief that a closed mind limits 
opportunities. My experience has shown me that every 
time I've expanded my horizons and been open to new 
experiences, I've always been pleasantly surprised. You 
have proved that, once again, to me. Thank you, Dawn."

"Sarah, I'd enjoy getting together with you and 
learning more about you. If there is a time that is 
convenient and a desire on your part, I'd like to make 
plans."

"I'm available tomorrow all day. How about lunch?"

We met at a nice, quiet restaurant, and we were seated 
in an open-air atrium area. Lunch went beautifully. We 
discovered that we have so much in common, and 
communication flowed so smoothly. We lost track of 
time. It was getting dark, and I didn't want her to 
feel that I was demanding or expecting too much from 
her, so I pointed out that it was getting late. She 
couldn't believe that so much time had passed, either. 
We got our things together, and I walked her to her 
car. Before we got to her car, I stopped, and so did 
she.

"Sarah, I need to share something with you, and, 
hopefully, what I say won't give the beautiful day 
we've had so far a bad taste. Sarah, what I am going to 
say is not meant to come across as an expectation of 
you, but because I feel that you deserve to know the 
truth. I've truly enjoyed spending time with you, and I 
truly like you. I hope that we can enjoy friendship 
between us. I want you to know that if what I say 
causes you any discomfort, I will respect your wishes, 
even if you request that I distance myself from you. I 
would hate for you to hear this information from 
someone else, resulting in you feeling deceived by me, 
so I need to let you know that I am a lesbian."

"And I'm a Lithuanian," laughs Sarah. "Dawn, I told you 
my view on closed minds. I'm not afraid of you. I can't 
say what the future holds, but I know that whatever the 
future holds will be beautiful, so I'm eager to 
experience it. Other than my early explorations with my 
best friend, I have only experienced men, but I've had 
plenty of women friends. I'm not making any promises, 
other than to be true to myself and my beliefs, but I'm 
not placing any limits, either."

After putting her hands on Dawn's waist, Sarah says, "I 
feel privileged that you have trusted me with this 
information and flattered that you have wanted to share 
it with me. I have also enjoyed everything I've 
experienced with you, and I truly like you, too."

I feel many mixed feelings: awkward, giddy, excited, 
scared and who knows what else. When we get to Sarah's 
car, she says, "Here it is." She leans down and unlocks 
the door and then opens it. I expect her to get in her 
car, but she turned, looked deep into my eyes, brought 
her hand up to my cheek, caressing it gently, leaned in 
and gave me a very tender kiss, right on my lips. 
"Thank you for a lovely day," she said, before sitting 
down in her car and driving off. My lips are on fire. 

Never did I expect such a response. Never did I expect 
such a quick and comfortable connection. I thought 
about Sarah my entire drive home. Upon getting out of 
my car, I noticed a dark wet spot, right where I was 
sitting. A smile came to my face.

I was so happy that I took the chance on opening that 
door. Sarah and I spent much of our free time together 
over the next few months. One Saturday, after spending 
a wonderful day together, culminating with us cooking a 
very romantic dinner together at my home, she took a 
hold of my hands about 9pm and said, "I don't want to 
leave." "It's just 9," I responded. "You don't have to 
leave."

"You don't understand, Dawn. I'm not talking about now, 
I'm talking about ever."

I wrap my arms around her and draw her close. I feel 
her heart beating. I hear her breath deepen. "More 
beautiful words, I couldn't dream of hearing," I 
whisper in her ear. I feel her hands tenderly caress my 
back, as she holds me tight. "I know that this is new 
for you, Sarah, so I am willing to take all the time 
you need. You know that I'll respect your guidelines 
and limitations." "Thank you, I know," whispered Sarah. 

Sarah started counting backwards from 10. I must have 
had very confused look on my face. When she got to 
zero, she said, "Time's up! Now love me." I took her 
hand and led her to the bedroom. Standing next to the 
bed, she looked into my eyes and smiled. We embraced 
and gave each other a deep passionate kiss. That night 
was the first of many wonderful nights of love.

Neither of us could have imagined how wonderful our 
love would be. On a daily basis, it grows deeper and 
more fulfilling. We talk about not knowing how it could 
become any deeper, yet the next day surprises us with 
greater depth. We are lost in each other's love.

**

Over the past few days, though, I sense something is 
happening. Every night, Sarah seems to toss and turn. 
When I attempt to soothe her and calm her down, she 
ends up waking up. Upon waking, tears are flowing down 
her face as she grabs me and makes mad passionate love. 
On these occasions, she isn't gentle, just wild and 
passionate. After she orgasms, she falls asleep again. 

I wait for her to approach me and explain what is 
happening; yet she says nothing. I finally can't wait 
anymore and directly ask her. "Nothing," is her 
response. The pattern continues, and I sense Sarah 
pulling away from me during the day. I finally beg her, 
"Please Sarah, don't let this get in the way of the 
love between us." "It isn't," she replied coolly.

I take Sarah by the hand, place two chairs facing each 
other, sit her down in one and then sit down opposite 
her. I hold her hands and look in her eyes. "Look at 
me," I insist. Sarah has a difficult time making eye 
contact. Eventually, Sarah's eyes well up with tears 
and they start to flow down her cheeks. "Please don't 
make me tell you," she cries. I sit there and continue 
to stare into her eyes, all the while massaging her 
hands. 

Finally, she can't handle it anymore. She stands up and 
pulls me into her arms. In between sobs, she tells me, 
"It's the dream. It's the dream. It won't go away." I 
hold her, running my fingers through her hair.

Eventually, her sobbing subsides. She takes me by the 
hand and walks me over to the couch, and we sit down 
together. "I feel so embarrassed.... And so out of 
control," she shares. "In my recurring dream, I am 
being fucked by a man. I don't know who he is. It is 
dark and I can't see his face. I just feel filled up by 
his cock and enveloped by his muscular arms. I'm so 
sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I do love you. Why is 
this happening to me?" The sobbing returns, and I hold 
her in my arms.

As her sobbing fades, with the help of my comfort, I 
feel her breathing return to almost normal and her 
heart isn't beating so wildly. "My lovely Sarah.... 
Sarah, my love, don't be so harsh on yourself. We have 
had some different experiences when it comes to love. I 
have never experienced a man, so I can't miss something 
I've never had. Most of your experiences have been with 
men, so there is a void within you that needs to be 
filled; one that I am unable to fill." "But, I love 
you, Dawn. I would never do anything that might 
jeopardize what we have created and now nurture on a 
daily basis. I'll find a way to deal with the void. I 
won't let it harm us."

"Sarah, you are willing to face this for me. How could 
I do any less for you? Sarah, I know that you love me, 
and I have no fear that you would ever do anything to 
harm our relationship. You know that I love you too, 
and totally trust you. I see a solution. Let's pick a 
man together, one who can satisfy your emptiness 
inside, and yet one who will add to, not subtract from, 
what we have together." 

"But, I don't believe that a living dildo would work 
for me," said Sarah.
 
"I agree. We need to find someone who can respect what 
we have together, yet add to what we have together. He 
must join our relationship, not just for a night, but 
for long-term."

"Is this possible?" Sarah queries.
 
"Is what we have created possible? Look at what we have 
accomplished already. If we can do that, adding a man 
can't be much more challenging."

We kiss, and Sarah leads me to our bed. After tender 
love-making, we both fall asleep.... And Sarah slept 
soundly through the entire night. The next morning, we 
wake refreshed and eager to start our search. We are 
open to all avenues to find "our" man, though we wanted 
to keep this search from our co-workers and family. We 
look at dating sites, but no one seems to fit what we 
are seeking. It is now October, and we are doing our 
best to keep our discouragement from each other. We 
continue to be very supportive and loving towards each 
other.

I know that Sarah's birthday is this Saturday, and I 
want to make it special for her. I keep my spirits high 
for her, and keep reassuring her that it is better to 
wait for the right person than to settle for less. 
Saturday arrives, and I pamper Sarah in bed as she 
wakes up. While pampering her, the phone rings. It 
catches me off guard, but Sarah knows who it is, and a 
smile comes to her face as she answers the phone.

"I figured it was you Kate. Who else would disturb this 
wonderful pampering I am getting on my birthday. OK, 
stop your apologizing. I was just pushing your buttons 
due to thinking back to all of your birthday mornings 
I've so innocently disrupted. Thanks for remembering my 
day, though I beat it into your head for so many years, 
how could you forget."

I sit back and enjoy listening to Sarah having fun with 
Kate. I know how special Kate is to Sarah, and I enjoy 
when they connect with each other. I realize that it 
can be challenging with Kate being married and raising 
4 kids on the opposite coast. At least they are able to 
stay in touch through email. I want for them to stay 
close. After all, I appreciate the good job they did in 
teaching each other when they were young.

As their conversation continues, Sarah shares our 
dilemma with Kate. She did her best to keep a positive 
outlook, though her frustration was showing through. 
"What do you mean, 'that's no big deal?'" Sarah spoke 
through clenched teeth. Ouch!! I can tell that she 
wasn't expecting that response. Not wanting to leave me 
out, she put the conversation on speakerphone.


"It's not a big deal," said Kate, "as the solution is 
obvious."

"And where is this ideal man hiding," Sarah's 
irritation showing through.

"Trev is perfect for you," said Kate, eager to help.

"Trev Who?

"You don't remember my brother Trevor?"

"Your kid brother? You've got to be kidding."

"First of all, Sarah, he is only two years younger than 
us, and weren't you married and divorced already by the 
time you turned 32? Not only that, I can't remember a 
time in his life when he didn't have a major crush on 
you. I think that is the reason he never married. No 
one ever came close to his image of you."

"Do you really think he would be right for us?"

"Better than right. You haven't seen him in quite a 
while. He has matured into quite a man. If I wasn't 
married and he wasn't my brother, I'd jump at the 
chance. I feel that his years as a pianist have put him 
in touch with his feminine side, as well as a well-
developed masculine side. He has a concert scheduled 
for next Saturday night, and it isn't far from you. I 
think you'll enjoy his music. His sound is much like 
Yanni, though he lacks the facial hair and mane. 

He is also less into showmanship and has a very subtle, 
sensitive yet emotionally impacting style. Would you 
like me to talk to him and see if he'll comp you a 
couple of tickets? I think the only thing that would 
prevent him from doing this would be if he drops dead 
from the shock of hearing that he is being considered 
for joining in on your endeavor."

"Wow, this caught me totally off guard. I still see him 
as that little kid who would shyly sneak peeks when I 
came over to visit. I trust your judgment, so I'm open 
to explore this possibility. Make sure that he has a 
clear understanding that I am still not interested in 
having kids and that this would be a threesome, and he 
can't monopolize all my attention and leave Dawn out in 
the cold."

"Sarah, Trev is probably the most sensitive, 
understanding and caring man that you will ever meet. 
There is no way that Dawn wouldn't feel as important to 
him as you. Also, don't you remember that our mom got 
the measles when she was pregnant with him, so he can't 
produce his own kids?"

"I'm looking at Dawn now, and she is shaking her head 
in the affirmative, so let's give it a shot. Please 
don't tell him that this is definite, as the chemistry 
needs to work for all of us, and I don't want anyone to 
end up hurt."


 After hanging up, we both get the local paper and look 
at Trev's concert advertisement. We both agree that he 
is definitely easy on the eyes, and look forward to 
experiencing his concert, and whatever may come after. 
Though still dealing with the anticipation and 
wondering, the pressure seems to have melted from us. 
This seems to energize us, and the rest of the morning 
is spent in bed, though I wouldn't say anyone got any 
rest. My special plans for the afternoon, followed up 
by a romantic dinner, were totally stress-free. Sarah 
shared endless smiles and playfulness. Snuggled up 
together, as we began dozing that night was all I could 
ever want, and more.

Saturday is finally here. We have decided to prepare 
and dress each other for our anticipated evening. The 
Music Center is a very fancy place, so we want to look 
our best. We start by choosing the clothes we want our 
partner to wear and then decide to take a walk to ease 
some of our anticipation energy. When we return at 
11am, we have a light meal, for neither of us has much 
of an appetite today. 

We then fill the Jacuzzi tub, light our aromatherapy 
candles and together slip into the bubbling warmth of 
the tub. We both feel a little dazed. We say nothing as 
we very gently wash each other, our hair and our 
bodies. Just before our skin starts turning into 
prunes, we exit the tub and towel dry each other. We 
don't seem to have words to fit the situation, so much 
of the day is spent on silently pampering each other. 
We each want to present our partner with her assets 
enhanced, yet realize that we tend to appreciate subtle 
hints over obvious statements. It is so relaxing to 
have our hair and makeup prepared in such a loving 
manner. It is now time to dress.

"Dawn, I picked this black dress for you, as it is 
elegant yet shows off your petite figure so well. Your 
little breasts are so firm and sensually formed, that I 
don't want to hide them in a bra. I love how this 
material slides over your nipples, leading them to 
announce themselves without revealing what I enjoy so 
much. I like the multiple strands going over your 
shoulders, revealing your toned shoulders and smooth 
skin, while allowing your beautiful golden flaxen hair 
to gently flow over your skin. With each light touch, 
picture me teasing you with a feather, just the way you 
love it. The slit up the side will show off your legs 
so nicely. You look so young and alive.

"No one would ever guess that you are 37. Underneath, I 
place your sheer iridescent white thong that barely 
covers your sparse, light hairs that crown the jewel I 
so enjoy sharing with you. Framing the sensual union of 
your lovely, long, sleek legs, I place this satin 
garter belt, to which I'll attach these stockings that 
add a bit of glimmer, while not taking away from your 
glorious color. Onto your small slender feet, I place 
these 1 ½" heeled black shoes that show off your 
elegantly smooth feet. Around your neck, I'll place 
this lightweight gold chain with a single pearl, 
representing the simplicity, yet depth, of your 
beauty."

"Sarah, I've chosen this red dress for you, as it 
brings out your beauty and energy. If I'm to be 
braless, then we'll be twins. I love when my twins kiss 
your twins. This dress shows off the fullness of your 
breasts in such a subtle yet wonderful way. The low cut 
back shows off your silky smoothness that I love to 
hold, and the dress hugs your hips so nicely. I slide 
up this black silk thong over those beautifully formed 
hips, and frame your love tunnel with a black silk 
garter to hold up stockings that add just the slightest 
blush to your silky legs. 

"With these 2 ½" red high heels, we'll just about be 
able to look directly into each other's eyes. Around 
your neck, I'll place this golden heart, signifying 
that you have truly won my heart with your heart of 
gold. Sarah, you are so beautiful, and all heads will 
turn as they feel the glow you emanate. I've seen 
pictures of you when you were young, and, though you 
were beautiful then, you are so much more beautiful 
today. Your confidence and maturity laced with youthful 
playfulness make me feel proud to have you on my arm, 
allowing me to proclaim to the world how wonderful and 
beautiful you are and how much I love you."

Fully prepared we stand hand in hand, face to face and 
take in the beauty that we love so much. We stand side 
by side in front of the mirror and realize that we fit 
perfectly together. We hug and are happy for each 
other. Now, we're off to the Music Center.

Arriving at the Music Center, we show our tickets to 
the usher and are told, "Right this way ladies." We 
take each other's hand and squeeze it tightly, hoping 
that no one can see us shaking with anticipation 
inside. I can't believe the seats we have. They are 
perfect, right in the center and we'll be right at eye 
level with Trev. The lights dim, the curtain rises, and 
there he is. 

He sure doesn't look like a little kid anymore. I think 
back to hearing him play the piano when he was young. 
It wasn't all that appealing, even though he put forth 
a good effort. I remember a little ditty that he always 
seemed to play. Since he played it so often, I once 
asked him what the name was. He just shyly looked away 
and said, "Just something I'm working on." The applause 
fades, and the lightest, most beautiful music I've ever 
heard flows through the hall. We are hypnotized as one 
song flows into the next.

We were so lost in the music, that we were shocked into 
reality when the final number was played. How could it 
not go on forever? Everyone rose to give Trev a 
standing ovation. He deserved it. It was enthralling. 
After standing and giving a bow, he raised his hands 
and there was silence. He spoke for the first time. His 
voice sounded so peaceful, yet self-assured. He said, 
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I will play a piece that 
I have never before played in public. I have spent more 
years developing this piece than any other piece I've 
ever played. It is dedicated to my muse, the person who 
has motivated me to become who I am today. It is 
entitled 'Sarah's Theme.'" With that, he looked right 
at us, gave a little smile and a slight nod.

The music started. "I know this melody," whispered 
Sarah, as she held my hand tightly. The beauty and love 
that flowed from that piano was unlike anything that 
anyone had ever heard. Trev seemed to caress the keys 
of the piano as the emotional depth flowed deep into 
each member of his rapt audience. The song faded out as 
simply as it faded in, and silence filled the hall. Not 
a sound could be heard. After about 15 seconds, a 
standing ovation, twice as lively as before, erupted. 
We glanced around, hoping that no one would see the 
tears flowing down our cheeks, only to see tears 
flowing freely from all, both men and women.

"I can't believe what he did with that little ditty. I 
can't believe the depth of emotion that was wrapped up 
in that little boy, so long ago. I've got to get to 
know him."

Trev took his last bow and the curtain fell. Everyone 
around us was talking about that last number, wondering 
who this wonderful person was that inspired such 
beauty. An usher leans over to us and says, "Excuse me 
ladies, please follow me." He led us backstage and up 
to Trev's dressing room. He knocked on the door and 
said, "Mr. Jones, they are here," and then departed. 
The door opens, and there stands Trev. We all just 
stand there for a moment, not really sure what to say 
or do. "Come in," he invited.

"Sarah, you look more beautiful than ever. And this 
must be Dawn."

"Trev, I am so sorry. I never knew."

"How could you? I never let on. I didn't know how, and 
was fearful that you'd always just see me as Kate's kid 
brother."

"I've always remembered that song. There was just 
something about it that hit home for me. I can't 
believe how you developed it. I don't believe that 
there was a dry eye in the house. Please excuse our 
makeup. It was unbelievably beautiful. I truly feel 
honored."

"I feel honored to have had you as my muse, whether you 
knew it or not. Now let's get over this awkwardness and 
have a proper greeting. Welcome Dawn. Welcome Sarah."

With each welcome, he gave each of us a firm yet tender 
hug. Feeling the awkwardness of the setting, he invited 
us to join him at his home. We followed him in our car 
and entered his very simple yet comfortable home. He 
pushed a button, and a fire appeared in the fireplace. 
He offered us drinks and then we sat down and filled 
each other in on what has transpired over the years. As 
the evening went on, everyone became more comfortable. 
He obviously couldn't keep his eyes off of us, and we 
could tell that he was enjoying what he was seeing. 

By the end of the evening, the departing hug was much 
better than the first. Each of us got a very sensual, 
tender kiss that lingered and explored. We both showed 
him that we were receptive and appreciating the 
intimacy. He held us close, feeling our hardened 
nipples paint his chest while our legs slightly parted, 
nestling his thigh between them. He enjoyed viewing and 
touching our exposed skin, as much as we enjoyed being 
viewed and touched. We could also tell from his obvious 
bulge that pushed up against us, that he liked the 
results of our day of preparation. We knew that this 
was the start of something special.

**

Over the next couple of months, Trev spent most of his 
spare time, when not on the road, with us. He was very 
respectful of us, yet his sensual kisses and touches 
showed us his desire. Dawn shared with him that she had 
never been with a man, so had mixed feelings about what 
she wanted to experience herself, but definitely loved 
his touches and kisses and wanted him to fulfill me in 
all ways. We got comfortable enough that we all felt 
free to be topless in front of each other, but no one 
had reached below anyone's waist.

After we agreed that the timing was right, Dawn sat 
Trev down and told him that she wanted to watch him 
make love to Sarah that night. She took each of us by 
the hand and led us to the bedroom. We felt like shy 
yet eager adolescents. Dawn had the honor of presenting 
Sarah's hidden gifts. She sat Trev down on the bed and 
then stood in front of him and hugged and kissed Sarah. 
Deeply and passionately, she held nothing back. She had 
dressed Sarah in a button down blouse and skirt before 
Trev arrived. While holding her close, Dawn whispered 
into her ear, "I love you, Sarah. Your happiness feeds 
my happiness. Though I share you, my love for you will 
never be diluted."

Parting from their embrace, both women look lovingly at 
each other. Slowly, Dawn unbuttons Sarah's blouse. 
After the first button opens, Dawn leans in and places 
a tender kiss at that V above her breasts. With the 
second button open, the tops of her breasts appear. 
Each one gets a tender kiss from Dawn. Turning Sarah to 
face Trev, Dawn snuggles up against her back and 
continues to open the remaining buttons. Everyone's 
breathing deepens. With the blouse open, Dawn slides it 
off from Sarah. Sarah stands there wearing only her 
short skirt and a smile, but what a smile. Dawn cups 
and caresses Sarah's breasts. They are swollen with 
excitement. No pinching is necessary to get these 
nipples erect. They already are standing firmly at 
attention, pointing right at the object of her desire. 
Dawn pulls the zipper down on Sarah's skirt. It falls 
to the floor, and Sarah steps out.

Dawn takes Sarah by the hand, takes Trev's hand in her 
other hand and then places both of their hands 
together. Trev stands up and faces Sarah, unable to 
remove his eyes from her. Standing there, he removes 
his clothes and then takes Sarah into his arms, the 
first time their bodies have had full contact. Dawn 
lies down on the opposite side of the bed and watches 
the two begin their first night of pleasure. 

Trev gently leads Sarah to the bed, guides her down 
onto it and then joins her, commencing passionate 
kisses. Dawn is fascinated by what she is seeing, 
wondering how Sarah could be so patient to handle 
Trev's unrushed approach. He is so loving, sensual and 
caring. 

From the kissing, they proceed to exploration, 
obviously enjoying what they are discovering. Trev 
explores every inch of Sarah's body with his fingers, 
lips, tongue and every other part of his body. She lies 
there, lost in pleasure. He seems to know that every 
inch of her body is filled with erotic sensuality, and 
he doesn't want to overlook anything. Sarah is so 
aroused, that by the time Trev reaches her breasts, 
kissing them from the point they start rising from her 
chest and slowly spiraling upward toward her nipple, 
she erupts in her first orgasm as his lips close in on 
that nipple to suckle. She holds his head close as wave 
upon wave flows through her body.

Continuing downward, he takes a detour around her 
crotch and continues down her legs, pampering every 
spot, not wanting to miss anything, till he is suckling 
on her toes. Sarah is ticklish, but her arousal is so 
intense that she can even handle this. Upward Trev 
travels, exploring her sensitive inner legs, rising up 
toward the source of obvious heat. He can feel the 
temperature rise as he rises. 

Finally, he reaches the end of her legs. She holds them 
apart in a welcoming invitation. Looking up into her 
eyes, he knows what she wants and sets to giving it to 
her. The first touch of his tongue on her clit is all 
it takes to take her over the edge again. Continuing, 
she flows into another and then another. "Come here," 
she says, as she draws Trev back up her body. They 
embrace and kiss.

"Now it's my turn," Sarah says with a devilish smile. 
Repeating what Trev had shared with her, at the same 
slow pace, she drives him crazy, till her mouth 
envelops his swollen cock and he immediately shoots. 
She savors every last drop as she continues to gently 
caress him and sweetly look into his eyes. It appears 
that Trev has lost little if any of his size after 
unleashing his load. Slithering up his body, Sarah 
says, "Trev, I can't wait. I need you now." There was 
no resistance on his part.
 
Looking over at Dawn, Sarah says, "Dawn, please help." 
A little hesitant and feeling awkward, Dawn moved 
closer. She had never seen a penis up close, yet alone 
touched one. Moving between their legs, she inhaled the 
delicious scent of lovers. Cautiously, not wanting to 
hurt Trev, she took his cock in her hand. She watched 
his balls rise and fall in their sack just below. With 
her other hand, she touched that also. Dawn now used 
Trev's cock to masturbate Sarah. After a couple of 
minutes, Sarah starts laughing, "Dawn, I'm going to 
self-destruct if you take any longer." 

With an expert aim, Dawn guides Trev's cock directly 
into Sarah's waiting tunnel of love. Taking time to get 
used to his size, Sarah slowly begins to stroke in and 
out, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke. 
With one major thrust downward, Sarah explodes in yet 
another intense orgasm. She continues her rhythmic 
stroking, savoring the fullness she feels along with 
the pleasure that emanates outward from her hot and 
soaking wet pussy. When she starts her third orgasm 
from intercourse, Trev can no longer hold back and 
explodes deep within her.

Sarah lies on Trev quiet and still, just gazing into 
his eyes. She turns her head to the side and places it 
on Trev's chest. Smiling at Dawn, she silently mouths 
"Thank you, my love." Dawn moves closer and kisses 
Sarah tenderly, running her hand over her body and 
feeling the heat of her emotion. Trev places a hand on 
Sarah's head and the other on Dawn's head, then runs 
his fingers through their hair. 

Moving upward, Dawn's face is directly in front of 
Trev's. "Thank you," she said, and then gave him a 
tender kiss that grew into a passionate one. Her arm 
reached over Sarah and Trev and held them closely, 
while Trev's arm held Dawn close against himself and 
Sarah.

This was just the beginning. From that moment on, all 
were totally uninhibited with each other. Sarah and 
Dawn went from being a couple to being a triple. 
Playfulness was a major part of their relationship, 
along with plenty of intimacy of all kinds. Trev 
respected Sarah and Dawn's need to enjoy intimacy with 
each other. He loved to watch them make love while he 
masturbated, often getting carried away and cumming 
right on them. Even Dawn got to the point of feeling 
comfortable enough to masturbate while watching Sarah 
and Trev make love. There was no jealousy, just plenty 
of love and respect.

**

One day, when they were alone, preparing for Trev's 
visit, Dawn said to Sarah, "Sarah, I want to share in 
all your experiences. I want to understand your joy. I 
want to experience Trev inside of me." Sarah smiled. 
She was hoping to one day share even this with Dawn. 
Sarah took Dawn by the hand and led her to their bed, 
realizing that this will be the last time that she will 
be able to make love to a virgin. The intensity of that 
encounter was overwhelming for both.

When Trev arrived, Sarah took him aside and shared what 
was about to happen. It was obvious that he loved Dawn, 
too, and was very aroused by her body. He loved to kiss 
her and play with her little boobies. Sarah dressed 
Dawn as Dawn had dressed Sarah for her first encounter 
with Trev. She then led Trev into the bedroom and they 
experienced a repeat of their first encounter, though 
this was truly Dawn's "first encounter."When they got 
to the point of Dawn's skirt dropping to the floor, 
Sarah put her arms around Dawn and spread her lips, 
sharing her lover's virginity with her other love.

Sarah lay close to the two of them, petting Dawn to 
reassure her that she was there with her and helping 
her to relax. When Trev was giving her oral sex, Dawn 
looked at Sarah and said, "this is so different, but it 
is definitely enjoyable." When it came to penetration, 
Trev was totally still, letting Dawn control 
everything. She felt a need to describe every little 
experience. 

When she felt Trev's swollen head spread her lips, she 
was amazed at the wonderful feeling of being stretched. 
Slowly, she pushed, a little at a time. Trev said, "I 
hope I can last. I've never had a snugger, tighter 
experience in all my life. Dawn kept talking, in 
amazement. She knew that she would eventually stretch 
herself enough for Trev to fit deep inside of her, but 
she hoped that time would come today. 

Eventually, she did accept all of him. She lay on top 
of him, not moving, just enjoying the sensation of 
being filled to that extent. Slowly, she started 
stroking again. Eventually, she found her rhythm. She 
was lost in the sensations that enveloped her: Trev's 
caressing hands, Sarah's sensual touches, and feeling 
massaged inside and out and all around. She knew that 
she was inundated by love.

Finally, Dawn got into the swing of things and pumped 
like an experienced lover. Her first orgasm from 
intercourse was very intense and long lasting, but it 
seemed to continue and flow from one to another. 
Finally, Trev couldn't block that tight sensation from 
his mind any more and he joined her, erupting together. 
They were both enjoying everything, with nothing 
limiting their pleasure.

Dawn got playful, grabbing tightly around Trev and 
rolling him over, while he still rested inside of her. 
"I want to feel you on top of me," she said. Wrapping 
her legs tightly around Trev, she pushed up on his butt 
to get him thrusting. She was extremely happy, like a 
kid with a new toy. She would make out with Sarah and 
then make out with Trev. Eventually, both had exhausted 
themselves. That night, Dawn slept between Sarah and 
Trev, with both snuggling up to her. She fell asleep 
with a smile on her face, and it was still there when 
she woke up.

She decided to relieve herself in the bathroom before 
the others awoke. As she got up, she went "Oh!" Sarah 
and Trev opened their eyes and watched Dawn hobble 
bowlegged to the bathroom. As she returned, she noticed 
that they were watching her and silently giggling. 
"Don't say anything. It was worth it." She sputtered. 
Climbing back into the bed between Sarah and Trev, she 
held them both close and said, "I love you guys."

The feelings were obviously mutual. Trev moved in 
permanently, and the three of them lived a long and 
loving life together.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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