Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition (20 page)

I
delighted in her wetness as it covered my tongue, slicker and sweeter
than the rain. I searched for more. I traced over Jina's inner lips
before circling the tip of my tongue around her entrance. Feeling the
vibration of Jina's moan more than actually hearing it, I let my
tongue slide into her warm, wet pussy.

Jina's
hips rocked up towards my mouth, pushing my tongue further and making
the tip of my nose brush against her clit. I curled my tongue
slightly, weaving it from side-to-side, feeling her inner muscles
flutter in reaction. I got lost in finding more of her flavor. It was
more addicting every time I tasted her. Jina's fingers curled into my
hair, tugging sharply. I ignored the tugging towards Jina's clit and
began to thrust my tongue in and out of her. Jina's thighs tensed
around me as I reached one hand around to rub her clit with my thumb.
Feeling her hips start to jog, I matched the rhythm of my tongue
thrusts to meet her pussy each time she pushed toward me.

Increasing
the pressure of my thumb, I ran it in quick circles over her clit. I
felt myself get wetter as each moan that escaped Jina's lips sent
shivers down my spine. Her inner muscles started clenching at my
tongue and her fingers tensed, pulling me hard against her pussy.
Sticking my tongue out as far as possible, I shoved it into her and
pushed hard on her clit.

Jina's
hips hung in midair under me as my name broke from her lips, "Fuck,
Leigh!" I felt a burst of pleasure as her pussy squeezed my
tongue, her hips falling back to the towel as her body shook. I loved
the look of pleasure that came across Jina's face as her fingers
relaxed to brush through my hair.

I
pulled my tongue back to lick my lips, tasting her. I looked up to
catch Jina's eyes staring down at me. Grinning deviously, I leaned on
my left side to bring my right hand between her legs and thrust two
fingers into her wet pussy. Jina's hips jerked up as her head fell
back with a moan. Still smiling, I placed soft kisses over the top of
Jina's mound and curved my fingers up to gently stroke over her
g-spot. Lightly moving my fingers in and out of her, I kissed my way
between Jina's lips, stopping as soon as I had kissed my way to her
clit. I placed an open mouthed kiss over Jina's clit, swirling my
tongue around it in an imitation of a french kiss. Her moan shot
straight down my spine, making my own clit throb as it screamed for
attention and release. I pulled my mouth up to flick my tongue back
and forth over her clit, her hips jerking slightly at each pass of my
tongue. "Tell me what you want," I whispered, looking up to
see Jina's eyes half lidded in pleasure.

"Fuck
me hard," she moaned, her voice rough with arousal. I moaned at
the shiver Jina's response gave me, inadvertently vibrating my tongue
against her sensitive clit, making her gasp again. I quickened the
movement of my fingers in and out, fucking her harder. Sucking Jina's
clit into my mouth I ran my tongue over it in hard fast circles. "So
close," she whimpered.

I
pulled back my fingers, hearing Jina's moan of frustration, before
flattening my tongue hard against her clit, tucking another finger
against the other two, and roughly shoving all three into her.
Beneath me, Jina's whole body arched as she voiced a short scream. I
thrust my fingers into her ruthlessly, pressing my tongue in hard
circles over Jina's clit. Once, twice, a third time; she came with a
high-pitched moan. Jina's pussy spasmed around my fingers as I held
them deep inside her, pressing against her g-spot while her body
shook as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

Letting
her relax, I withdrew my fingers and licked them off. She curled a
finger at me, calling my name softly. I crawled up Jina's body to
kiss her gently, her flavor on my lips. She wrapped her arms around
me and held me tight. We looked up at the sky as the gentle shower
stopped and the sun broke through the clouds, warm and bright.
"Nouveau Soleil, my love," I whispered, "New Sun."

* * * *

Epilogue:
We boarded the plane to go home; this time she carried the bags as I
held a hand over my lower stomach, as if to protect the little one
already there. Too many mood swings and sick mornings had made Jina
suspicious of the last lab results. Ever since she had made me take
an at-home test a few days ago, we had both been on cloud nine. Elisa
smiled at us and we both grinned back; tanned, much happier and more
relaxed than we were on the way down. The relaxed would last for only
a few months of pre-birth bliss. Then Halie was born with Jina's
volume of voice, my craving for attention and a love of rainstorms
she shared with both her mothers.

~
~ ~ ~

Katrina

©
Wicked Eve

Such
beautiful people,

my
brothers and sisters.

I
cannot kiss their faces,

nor
fathom loss

from
so small a space

in
the corner of my room.

How
dare I cry from here—

tears
drawn by distant image.

I
should hold their hands,

weep
in the middle of nothing.

~
~ ~ ~

Heather's
Baptism

©
Justanne Farrow

Heather
walked slowly but determinedly towards the entrance to the site.
Heart thumping, stomach churning, she had no idea what had made her
even think of coming to the local folk festival. But now that she was
here, she was determined to go on.

A
woman in her early forties, Heather stood around five foot six. Her
body wasn't slim any more, but she wasn't overweight. The flesh was
generous around her bust and hips; her hair shoulder length auburn,
lightly shot through with silver streaks, which glinted when the sun
caught them. She wore no make up, had not for many years, and was
dressed conservatively in white pants, a loose white short-sleeved
shirt and sandals. It was a very warm summer day; if she summoned the
courage to stay, she wanted to be comfortable.

As
Heather passed through the gates, handing in her ticket, looking in
surprise at the admission stamp that was pressed against her hand,
no-one would have guessed the way her heart was pounding, how nervous
she really was. Many years of practice had perfected her outward
appearance of a woman totally confident, totally in control of
herself and her emotions. Outwardly calm, those who had been allowed
close enough to see, had been surprised and a little daunted by the
fire they had seen burning behind her green eyes; and the fear.

Moving
slowly, carefully around, Heather's eyes darted back and forth taking
in all the sights and sounds. Men and women—not all of them
young—in colourful clothes, bright, gay, noisy, happy faces,
enjoying the sunshine, the warmth, the music, the atmosphere. She
moved to the edges of the area, making herself inconspicuous in her
usual way. It also allowed her to watch and observe much more without
being seen to stare.

Dismayed
by the sound of laughter, her character always assuming that laughter
within her hearing was directed at her, she turned her head nervously
towards the sound. She sighed with relief when she realised the
laughter was of enjoyment, not mocking. Her eyes took in the group,
young - so happily young in her eyes, full of energy, loving life and
living it to the full. Young men and women, in their free and easy
clothes, relaxed in the company of each other. She envied them that
ability to simply be themselves.

As
her eyes drifted over the group, not really focussing, one of the
girls broke away from them and as she turned, her eyes met Heather's.
For a few moments their eyes looked into each other's. Heather held
her breath, the girl frowned briefly, a frown that turned to a soft
smile as she moved past Heather to one of the side tents.

Heather
watched her walk, taking in the view from the back; soft, baggy,
comfortable trousers hanging low on her hips and drifting over long
legs, sandals barely covering slim, elegant feet. The older woman's
eyes lingered on the brief glimpses of lightly tanned flesh visible
between the pants and her cropped t-shirt. Slim, neat, delightful.
Heather sighed, smiled a rueful smile, and turned away to take in
more of the sights around her, and listen to the music.

As
the day wore on, Heather toured the site, visiting the stalls and
listening to the acts that interested her, she became more and more
relaxed. Several times she noticed the girl from the group; she
became aware that once or twice when she saw the girl, just at the
moment she was looking, the girl was also watching her. The first
time Heather was embarrassed and quickly looked away. The second
time, the girl smiled gently at her. The third time there was no
smile. But neither looked away for a few seconds.

Finally
Heather dragged her face away and moved to find a place to sit and
rest her legs. She had been strolling around for several hours, and
was growing tired.

Noticing
a large, comfortably overhanging oak tree, she dropped to the grass
at its roots, grateful for the sturdy trunk against her back, and on
her head the shade of the overhanging branches. The very warm day had
gradually turned heavy and humid, making her very weary. Settling
comfortably, the heavy heat soon made Heather feel drowsy, and to the
sound of the music and an unfamiliar, but nonetheless pleasant,
feeling of relaxation, she closed her eyes.

Very
soon her mind was drifting gently through the images captured during
her day…people, colours, sounds…and more than once the
image of a slim, attractive young woman, with golden hair, golden
skin, a gentle smile, soft brown eyes so very deep; her own face
registered a smile at the thought of her. Heather was glad she had
come to the festival, and relaxed even more deeply against the tree,
turning her head to one side.

Shadows
of people passing by, flickered over her, and after jerking nervously
at the first one or two, she became comfortable with them and relaxed
again. Then a shadow fell over her but did not pass. It stayed,
cloaking her form with comfortable shade. She heard nothing. No
movement, no sound, and after a few seconds she dared to look.

Her
eyes widened in surprise. There before her, bathed in an aura of
sunlight, was the golden girl, standing tall and elegant, like a
sunflower. Heather held her breath, did not dare to speak, merely
looked. Their eyes met and held, then the girl smiled, and spoke.

"What
a sensible thing to do, its been a long day. Do you mind if I share
your tree with you?"

Heather
swallowed, licked her suddenly dry lips and smiled nervously.
"N-no…not at all. Please."

The
girl lowered herself lightly to sit on the grass beside Heather,
leaned her back against the tree, their shoulders almost touching.
Heather had followed her movement with her eyes, and as the girl sat,
her head was turned sideways looking at her.

The
girl began to talk; about the music, the groups, the performers, the
side-shows, the weather—Heather heard none of it. She was held
by the pure sound of her voice, the tone, the nuances and the way it
made her tingle.

She
was a stranger to these feelings.
No.
Don't lie to yourself, Heather. That's not true
.
She remembered school friends, college friends who had captivated
her. She remembered her feelings, her desires, her needs.
Unfulfilled. Always unfulfilled. And here in front of her very eyes
was another woman unleashing the same feelings, the same desires, the
same needs.

In
a moment of panic, she suddenly started to rise, and speak, "I
have…", but before she could rise, the girl had reached
out, laid her hand on Heather's arm, the touch burning into her skin.
Sending ripples of feeling and desire rushing through her body.

"Please…don't
go. Not yet."

Not
knowing why, why this stranger could compel her so easily, Heather
dropped back to her place on the grass, her heart pounding, body
burning. The girl's hand stayed on Heather's arm, the fingers
encircling her skin, gently caressing. Heather breathed deeply and
lifted her head, making herself look at the girl. Their eyes met
again, and this time, neither looked away. Heather felt herself
drowning in those eyes. Deep, soft, welcoming.

In
that moment, everything around them disappeared, all sound stopped.
She felt neither the warmth of the sun, nor the chill of the sudden
breeze. She heard not one note of music, nor the sound of people
laughing. She saw nothing but a pair of deep, brown eyes, golden
skin, soft pink lips parted lightly over white teeth. Without
realising she was doing it, Heather lifted one hand to lightly trail
a fingertip along the golden cheek, letting her breath out in one
long sigh.