0 comments/ 124789 views/ 11 favorites Journey Towards Love Ch. 01 By: Rose Faulkland I was 18 years old. Just completing my Sr. year in HS and the summer was right around the corner. Ever since 8th grade I babysat around the neighborhood to earn money. Early in the school year, I began sitting for a neighbor two doors down from my house. She was a young, single mom who moved into the area just about a year before. I admired her, as when she bought her house, she was 7 months pregnant, alone and very sure of herself. She was also a successful businesswoman and THAT really caught my attention as I too wished to be successful in business. After her baby was born, she never went out. She was incapable of leaving her baby alone with a stranger. I had met her shortly after she moved in and sparked a neighborly friendship with her. I was there when she came home from the hospital as she asked me to look over the house. I had mentioned to her several times that I was a babysitter, I had my CPR and First Aid licenses and I had many references. Still she was reluctant. I understood. The holidays were quickly approaching and she finally asked me to sit for her. She had many business parties to attend and a few private ones. She just couldn't do it with a newborn. She was still very nervous even though she and I got along wonderfully. I assured her that I was capable and if anything happened, not only did I know what to do but also my parents were also two doors away. That seemed to give her some comfort. That's when I started to sit for her. New Years was now here and she asked me to sit for her. I had no plans and said why not. I got to her place around 7pm, She went out and came back within a couple of hours. I asked what was wrong and she said "Nothing - I just decided to spend my baby's first new years with her." She had left a pretty big business party for family. That impressed me. I asked if she wanted a refund (she always paid in advance) and she said absolutely not. "That money is yours," she said. WOW! And she always paid a premium too. More than most did. But that was her choice. Like I would give better care because of it. I always gave the best care no matter how much I got paid. She did invite me to stay and watch the Ball drop in NY. Why not? She and I always had fun together chatting. I was supposed to be there until 2 am anyway - so sure. We had a wonderful evening. We talked, watched the ball drop, and talked more. Told silly jokes and listened to some music afterwards. We even had cracked open a bottle of champagne at midnight. Because of my age, she only allowed me a few sips worth in my glass. I didn't like the taste much but the thought was well understood. I enjoyed spending time with her. She was only 8 years my senior so we had a lot in common especially with music and movies and guys. It was now May. Just about a month left of school and I was working for her regularly. Most times it was so she could go out to business dinners or meet with clients. There were some times when she didn't go out but had me over anyway so she could get some uninterrupted time to do things around the house. Whatever the reason - I always made time for her. My finals were upon me and she was always happy to help me study. I spent a lot of time with her. She said that after my finals are over, we'd have to have a special dinner to celebrate my promotion to the rank of High School Graduate. Sweet! I knew I liked her. I passed all my finals and told her about them. School was down to the last couple of weeks. She asked if we could have the celebration at home so that she didn't have to get another babysitter, "...as my regular sitter will be busy that night..." she said with a smile. She'd cook something special (and she's a GREAT cook!) and we could do whatever that night. I was excited. Friday night was here. My big dinner party was just hours away. She had said to dress up. "We may not be going out, but it's certainly an event to dress up for." I wore my black one-piece dress that I bought for Sr. Pictures during the summer. She'd be the first to see it in public. It had multi tie straps over the shoulders, with one having a thin line of frilly lace sewn to it. The neckline was modest, but cut low enough to attract some attention. The bottom of the dress was cut at an angle with the high side starting just above my right knee and angling down about calf height on my left leg. The dress was more like a wrap as it wrapped about me and tied on the right side. I wore my favorite pair of black heels, the sort that is more straps than anything else. I left my hair flowing but used my curling iron to give some wave to it and I completed the ensemble with a red flower in my hair. It wasn't real but looked great with the flowery/lace choker I wore. I was feeling very proud and very grown up. I arrived at her house sharply at 7pm as directed. She greeted me at the door in an outfit that nearly put my efforts to shame. I had never seen this dress before and wondered if she just bought it. It was a one piece, very sleek sheath that hugged her figure quite complimentary. It had spaghetti straps and morphed from a deep maroon color on top to black nearing the bottom. She wore matching maroon heels and a black ribbon choker. Her dirty blonde hair was all silky smooth, like in the hair commercials, and pulled back into a bun. She was so color coordinated down to her maroon lipstick and coloring of her eye shadow. I think I must have been staring because neither she nor I moved for what seemed like an eternity. Only her smile grew and a gentle blush came to her cheeks. How embarrassing for me. Silence was broken when I heard her giggle and say "are we just going to stand here and gawk at each other all evening?" A nervous laugh came from within me and I walked through the door into her house. The place was so beautiful. Looked like she had cleaned up the place to near perfection. The lights were on but softened, candles were placed and burning on the entry table, the ledge between the living room and dinning room, the table was set and decorated immaculately complete with antique white lace table linen, candles and a beautiful centerpiece. Flooring was polished, carpet vacuumed - there wasn't a thing out of place. I felt like I was in a model home. I heard the door close behind me and soft footsteps walk up next to me. Smiling, she asked what I thought of the place. It was all I could do to remind myself to close my mouth after each new vision made my jaw drop. I told her this was beautiful. "It's all for you Rose" she whispered. I knew I was blushing at that comment and I asked why go to all the trouble. It's not like I was family. "Tonight is to celebrate so much more," she spoke. Continuing on to say we were celebrating not only my achievement at school, but thanking me for all my help and friendship. For all the little things I have done for her since she moved in. For taking such excellent care of her baby and the list went on. I was flabbergasted (and that was before I knew what that word meant). I noted the absence of the baby and asked where she was. She said that "grandma and grandpa" had her. Cool - a grown-up night for the girls were my thoughts. I had no idea. Soft music was playing just audible throughout the house without being overpowering, and dinner was smelling delicious in the kitchen. We walked in to the living room and she excused herself to go check on dinner. I asked if I could help and she quickly said I was not to lift a finger all night. "You are my special guest and tonight is all for you Rose." Dinner was served shortly after my arrival and it was absolutely wonderful. We ate, talked, laughed and enjoyed the meal. After we ate we continued to talk and the conversation whipped all over the place, from school to work to boyfriends and even to sex. We had a very open relationship in that we talked about everything together. It was nearly 9:30 when we finally left the dining room and went to the living room. I had been there long enough that we had heard all 3 CDs completely and they were starting to play again when she went to change them. It grew quiet as she was exchanging CDs and I stood in front of the fireplace admiring the painting that hung above it. When the new CDs began to play, the tempo was a little slower, moody, and more romantic. I didn't really make much of it. I thought it was later in the evening and so the music was more reserved. She came from behind me and took her place beside me. We both admired the painting and she explained a little about its history. It was authentic, an original by an early American colonial painter. It was beautiful. The next song came on and was one I liked. She turned to me and in our usual playful voice, she said, "I realize this is a bit unconventional, but we are celebrating tonight and since there are no men around would you like to dance?" I didn't think much of it; I've danced with girls before and said sure. The tune was a bit more up beat than the others and we began to dance. I was enjoying my party completely. She was fun to be with, like a big sister or best friend, and I was having a blast. The song ended segueing into a much slower, more intimate tune. Quite naturally, we fell into each other and slow danced. Neither one felt strange, I doubt either one of us was thinking about it much. It just felt wonderful. The song progressed and we dove deeper into an embrace that was more fitting of lovers than friends. Again - neither realized or at least I didn't. It just felt good. We were lost in the moment, that was for certain and the length of the song was such that it seemed to go on forever. When it did finally end, and the next song began, I felt a brief attempt for us to part, but a very noticeable hesitation to break our embrace sent the obvious message to not let go. We continued through the next song much in the same way. Now I WAS feeling different. I wasn't sure who held on to whom more. I began to feel nervous but even stronger was my desire to not to let the moment end. Halfway through the second song we changed our position to one where each of our arms were laying on the other's waist and we parted only enough for her to look at me. I remember my nerves tightening up so much. I had an idea what was going on now, but still no clue what to do. I was neither sure of what was right or what was expected of me. Talk about confusion. I could feel her gazing at me though my eyes were looking down. I can remember every detail too of what was to happen next. "Rose?" she said in an angel's whisper. "Please look at me." I hesitantly raised my head and first fixed on her chin, then reluctantly looked up straight into her hazel eyes. The look upon her face was definitely that of an angel. I felt my breath leave my body and I stood there in her arms shaking most noticeably now. "Rose, would you allow me to try something?" Her voice was so welcoming and sweet. "What?" I managed to exhale out. "Do you trust me?" She responded. I nodded nervously and looked down at her chin again. She then brought one hand up from my hip gently placing two fingers under my chin, coaxing me to raise my head once again. I did and my eyes fixed again on hers. With the softest of touch, she steadied my face, leaned forward and delicately placed her lips on mine. I felt my face begin to burn; my feet felt like they were on fire and my heart could probably be heard a mile away. I swear I heard pictures rattling on the wall from the tremors I was emitting. She broke the kiss and looked at me smiling her famous smile. All I could do was stand there and shake. "Are you all right Rose?" I loved hearing my name called by her. I tired to speak but all that came out was a burst of noise from a breath I must have been holding in my lungs during the entire kiss. Kind of resembled a grunt more than any English word I though I was saying. It echoed in the room and after we both displayed looks of surprise - we broke into out of control laughter. Definitely breaking the tension and making me feel a whole lot better. So we laughed about the somewhat inhuman expression that escaped from my mouth and relaxed a bit. We broke our embrace, stood apart from each other and fidgeted around a bit. I started to apologies for the gross sound while laughing still. She assured me that there was nothing to apologies for and gave me a hug. And what a hug it was! She was so warm, and sweet. We remained entangled in our hug while we again looked into each other's eyes. The laughter subsided with the typical clearing of throats; a polite cough or two and a few last minute sighs and squeaks. She composed herself and asked again if I was aright. This time without trying to speak I nodded yes. Still feeling my body burn and still shaking like it was 20 degrees below zero. A moment went by as silent as the dawn. She asked if I wanted to sit down. My apparent inability to move suggested to her that I'd rather stay right here. She continued to hold my hands in front of me. More silence. I sometimes think she was as nervous as I and as much at a loss for words. She planned this for sure. She brought me here for this, but I don't think she was prepared for how the moment would affect her as well. Either that or I was a fantastic kisser and she was taken by pleasant surprise. She felt my body trembling and pulled me close again. We stood there in an embrace that I honestly never wanted to break. I could feel her heart beating against my chest. The music continued to play and as the soft ballad progressed, we began to sway once again to its slow, melodic rhythm. I can't honestly remember what I was thinking specifically at that moment, but I do recall that my mind was a buzz with thoughts and images and most importantly, the feeling that I felt good. THIS felt good. I was 18 - true. I was young - of course. I had sex only with one boy by that time (another story). She was 8 years older than me - so what. All I knew was she made me feel safe and for the lack of a better term, loved. As our silent dance continued, she began to gently rub my back, starting in the middle where my dress covered me slowly working her way upward. I trembled the first time I felt her fingers dance across my skin. When she reached the top of my back, just at the base of my neck a change shot through me. I was all of a sudden no longer shaking with nerves. I instantly felt my heart warm and my body settle down. I felt comfortable in her arms. Completely at ease. Nothing in my life up to that moment ever felt more natural. I leaned into her shoulder and held her close resting my head on her shoulder. Squeezing to let her know I was fine. With my head resting on her shoulder, and her hand massaging the base of my neck, I managed to conjure up the power of speech once again and before I could think of what I was saying, I whispered out so innocently... "Can I kiss you again?" We stood up strait and looked into each other's eyes once again, only this time I wasn't looking at her chin. I now felt desire and wanted to kiss her. It's so easy now to put into words what at the moment was a jumbled mess of emotions, thoughts and nerves. So it will sound strange when I say this, but I knew I wanted to do more with her. To go farther. She would be able to do anything she wanted tonight and I wouldn't refuse. She leaned forward and kissed me once again. The same burning feeling came over me as before. This was definitely right. The kiss lingered this time. Long and passionate, followed by several short, wet sounding pecks. A brief moment was all that elapsed while we caught a breath, and then we rejoined and kissed even more. Tonight was a night of firsts; first time I had been seduced, first time I kissed a girl, first time I French kissed too. Oh how wonderful that was. Her tongue slipped it's way between my lips and met with mine within my mouth. She tested first, barely touching me. When I reciprocated that's when all passion exploded and we were engulfed in a frenzy of tongue wrestling. Rolling around in my mouth for a moment then I took the lead and pushed hers back into the warmth of her mouth. Her taste was wonderful. I loved it. We clung to each other and continued this dance for a time. My hands began to instinctively explore her back, still tentative on how far to go, but nonetheless feeling with great curiosity. We were no longer dancing to the music, which had changed to a slightly more up-beat tune. We were standing there, toe to toe, in heated embrace, kissing just like in the movies. That was the image I had for a split second at one point. "I must be in a movie," an inner voice said to myself. I couldn't believe how wild things became then. Wild for an inexperienced girl like myself. As we were kissing and feeling each other, I felt one of her hands come up to my shoulder straps on one side and aided them in falling off my shoulder. Not knowing if I did it or if it was coincidence I realized that both the straps on her dress were dangling down her arms, her dress sitting a bit lower than it should. I then felt another hand come to the opposite shoulder and let those straps fall. I must have shuttered or done something because she then paused, broke our kisses and with a shortness of breath, but still so sweet sounding asked me if I felt we should stop. I froze, thinking I had done something wrong. I knew enough to understand what we were doing and that it was a bit taboo. I didn't know what to say. Instead what I did was reach down to my side and gingerly took hold of the ties that bound the dress to my body and began to pull the loops out. Seeing this, she reached over and placed her hand on mine, stopping me. "You want to do this right? Don't think I'm forcing you to do anything you don't want to." she queried. With a smile on my lips, I lifted her hand off and continued to untie the straps. When they were untied, I just dropped them and my dress poofed out a little but did not open up. The top of my dress having been loosened and the straps off my shoulders slipped down and collected itself about my hips, leaving my bra the only garment on my torso. She started in amazement. In awe, completely pleased with what was revealed to her eyes. With her eyes moving slowly up from my lace covered breasts to my brown eyes staring back at her, she undid two little ties below her arms and let her dress fall to the floor. What was standing in front of me was a beautiful woman, clad only in a pair of maroon panties, heels and choker. She wore no bra and her fair skin shined against the deep rouge of what clothing she did have on. My trembling came back. This time it was generated from desire. I so wanted to touch her. But I couldn't move. She came close to me. I could smell her perfume. I could feel her heat and for the first time I was aware of my own arousal below. Not a word was said for a long time. I suppose after gaining my approval by going this far she lost all apprehension because from that moment on she made no hesitations in what she did. Things were done slowly, deliberate and she made sure I was still ok with what was happening by gaining approval though my eyes. But not a word was said for a long time. She kissed my cheek, and kissed my neck. While doing this I felt her help my dress open and shivered as it fell to my feet. Now I was standing there in my bra and panties and heels. To my left I caught a glimpse of our image in a large mirror hanging on the wall. I must have been staring because she noticed and repositioned us. We stepped out of your fallen dresses and left them behind on the floor as we walked over to the mirror. She stood me in front, facing the mirror while she staid behind me. "Would you like to watch for a while?" she asked and I nodded slowly. I watched as she returned to kissing me. Seeing her behind me kissing me was so erotic. I stood like a statue while she worked he way around my body. Kissing me, caressing me everywhere. Her hands disappeared around my back as I felt her unfasten the hooks on my bra. I took a breath just as I felt the fabric fall away from my breasts. She let her fingers glide across the skin of my back and I watched as she inspected me from behind. She then looked at me through the mirror and wrapped her arms around me. Feeling my belly and the curves of my hips. Her hands roamed and ever so lightly found my breasts and caressed them. First feeing around them then cupping them in her palms. She watched my expressions in the mirror as she did this. I closed my eyes and leaned back into her. I was afraid I'd fall, but she supported me. Journey Towards Love Ch. 01 She stood me up, and began to rotate around me to until she was in front of me, never removing her hands from my body and always supporting me. Soon she was standing in front of me and I opened my eyes. Her hands moved from my hips, to my arms and shoulders. Then slid them down until she too my hands in hers. She then lifted them and brought them to her body and placed them about her waist. After gently pressing my hands against her body as a signal to hold on, she removed hers and let them dangle at her side. I was now in charge of what my hands were to do. I timidly felt around her waist, mimicking what she had done to me. As confidence grew and her approval became apparent, my touching became more deliberate. Her skin was so soft and her figure more than recovered from her pregnancy. If I hadn't known her, I never would have guessed by her body that she was a mother. She was warm and smooth. I could feel her muscles twinge as I moved about her. I pulled her closer to me and brought us into an embrace. We both let out a little coo when our breasts touched and pressed together. I held her in a hug for a moment. I felt her press the rest of her body closer into mine and I did the same. We kissed and I began to feel around her bare back once again. The movement of our bodies caused quite a sensation where skin was on skin. I had never felt this before. Not this completely. Not even when I had sex with my boyfriend. We were usually mostly clothed. What caught my attention the most was the fact that I could actually feel her heart beating. Through our embrace, our bodies were communicating purely and directly. She broke our kiss and smiled as she turned around and faced the mirror. Leaning back into me she brought my hands up and placed them on her breasts. I was getting sensory overload as I felt her not only with my hands but the sensations I was getting from having my own breasts pressing against her back was beginning to make me shake all over again. We watched the mirror as my young hands caressed her womanly breasts. They were full but not overly so. Her nipples and areolas were the only signs of her motherhood. Darkened but returning to the pinkness they once were. Her nipples were standing erect and large. I was overwhelmed. As we were watching the mirror, following my hands as they moved instinctively, we both noticed the look on my face quickly turning from pleasure and amazement to that more resembling fear nearing panic. Sensory overload for sure. That's when she placed her hands on mine once again, in a firm but kind manner stopping my actions. She turned to me and then positioned us away from the mirror, and held me close. I felt my emotions begin to take over and I started to weep. "Shhhhhh. It's ok honey" she whispered into my ear. Her hand patting my head while the other was wrapped around me holding me securely against her. Turning more to a comfort embrace rather than impassioned, she brought to a close this intense moment of my life. I was relieved but frustrated. She held me for a long time then we sat on the couch. "Let's stop for a while ok sweetie?" she commented. "Looks like we can use a rest. Let things calm down." Again her angelic smile performed its magic and calmed my soul. She reached over and got the TV remote, turned on the TV and VCR and started a movie. It was one of my favorites - "Far and Away" and as the movie began, she pulled a blanket over us and we lay back on the couch and watched the movie. Still only wearing our panties, I felt comfortable lying there with her like this. We removed our heels and got comfortable. She lay back in the corner of the puffy pillows and I reclined onto her. Her legs surrounding me with her breasts acting as perfect pillows. She wrapped her arms around me and held me softly as the movie played on. For the rest of the evening we were silent, making only occasional comments like "I have to pee" or something about the movie. We did kiss now and then, but they were not as intense as earlier kisses. These were sweet gentle kisses that we'd snag between scenes or when one or the other repositioned on the couch. Even though I knew that I was laying there practically nude with another adult, in an adult situation, the comfort I felt with her at that very moment made me feel like a little girl. I cherish that moment, that feeling and I relive it whenever I need to feel secure or when I want to remember what my first true love felt like. Journey Towards Love Ch. 02 I awoke sometime in the early morning. It was still dark; the blue screen on the TV cast a surreal glow about the living room. We had fallen asleep during the movie and hadn’t stirred since. Still cradled in her arms on the couch, I stared into the blue darkness and briefly relived the events of the night before. Never before had I experienced such an intense emotional moment in my life. What Carol had shared with me that night was so incredible that at the time I thought, “nothing could ever surpass this euphoria”. And Euphoria it was. I was still dizzy with nerves and giddy realizing what happened to me. I would have been content to stay there in her warm embrace if it weren’t for the overwhelming need to go to the bathroom. Peeling back the blanket that covered our entangled bodies, still only wearing the panties that we never removed, I strained to sit up without disturbing her slumber. Achieving this, I covered her back up with the blanket before the coolness of the air could wake her. Pausing for a moment I gazed at her through the blue light. She was beautiful – almost radiant. She looked so peaceful lying there. Here eyes closed so delicately, not at all straining and a look of contentment adorn her face. It was wonderful realizing that I helped put her in that state of bliss. For an 18 year old, I felt very grown up just then. Then my bladder reminded me of why I got up in the first place. So off to the bathroom I went, walking almost with pride about the milestone that I had passed the night before. As the morning progressed and we both ate breakfast while draped in the fluffiest bathrobes I’ve ever worn, very little was said about the night’s events. I don’t believe we were avoiding the topic; it’s just that we fell back into our normal routine when spending time together. Not that giving each other a kiss now and then was “normal” for us, but the conversations, the joking and the way we felt comfortable was all as natural as before. Carol had brought me this robe from her bedroom and mentioned that it was new. She wore a similar garment and it looked as pristine as mine. The time finally came when I needed to head home. Mom and Dad knew I was spending the night but needed me back before lunch as they had plans of their own to celebrate my graduation from high school. I was sure that what they had planned would be fun and exciting and that I’d treasure any gifts that they felt like giving, however, nothing would compare to the gift given to me just a few sweet hours ago. I took one more step closer to adult hood, and though I was still a teenager, felt very much like a young woman that morning. I found my dress and other clothes neatly placed on the couch. Carol had obviously done some straitening up while I fixed breakfast. Our garments were no longer strewn about the living room floor. I made my way to the bathroom and dressed myself back into the outfit that Carol helped remove the night before. I didn’t bother with the shoes as tying up all those straps just to walk two houses down and take them off again would be insane. I emerged from the bathroom in my little outfit but not looking as stunning as I did originally. No new make-up was applied and my hair was a mess, but the dress was still nice looking. In one hand I carried my heels and in the other I held the robe. Walking up to Carol, her blonde hair just as out of place as mine but still looking beautiful, wisped around when I reached out and handed her the robe, asking what she wanted me to do with it. “Oh – I’ll wash it and hang it in my closet for you Rose.” She said without hesitation. “You can use it next time you come over” she finished and went about her business. I was frozen once again. What did she mean by “next time”? Although I was completely at ease with what transpired between us that night and the thoughts I was having of feeling all grown up and womanly were euphoric, when she said that, I felt like the scared child once again. My inexperience began to show through when I didn’t know how to respond to her statement. Not wanting to mess up what was a beautiful time, I chirped, “Ok - thanks”, grabbed my purse and started for the door. She caught up to me from behind and a scene reminiscent of a wife kissing her husband goodbye as he goes off to work played out. Here I was in my nice clothes, purse in hand instead of a briefcase with Carol dressed in her robe, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss farewell. I kissed back but not with the certainty I had before. Luckily, she didn’t notice and I was released to exit the house. As I walked down the path to the sidewalk, she stood in the doorway watching me as I headed home. I felt strange just then. I couldn’t tell if I liked the feeling or if it was too weird. The week dragged on slowly. The memory of my time with her danced in my thoughts. Talk about being confused – I was the picture in the dictionary next to the entry of confused. I didn’t know what to think. I loved every moment we shared – would love to do it again, but not sure if what I was doing was right or very wrong as well as not knowing what to do next or how to act. I made no attempt to contact her that week. Friday was finally here and I looked forward to the weekend. I didn’t have anything major planned but still under the routine that the weekend was a fresh start and I foolishly thought I would feel differently come Saturday. It was approaching dinner and the phone rang. Mom had answered and came looking for me with cordless phone in hand. “It’s Carol” she said with a smile and handed me the phone. ‘Oh Mom if you only knew’ scooted through my head. I held back a chuckle when I took the phone from her. “Hi Carol,” I answered in a cheery voice not wanting to show my state of confusion. “Hello Rose, haven’t heard from you all week” Carol said with a noticeable tone of concern, “is everything alright?” “Oh yes – just fine” I lied. “Thank you again for my party last week” I said to indicate to her that Mom was still in earshot and I couldn’t talk freely. Knowing that she could say anything she asked quite directly “I didn’t scare you off with what we did, did I?” I quickly responded “No! Not at all. I’ve just been really busy.” “Do you have time for a swim tomorrow? You can use your robe again.” With that it clinked in my rusty head. That must be what she meant. I could use it next time I came over to go swimming. Oh how the young mind works. All week wasted over worrying about nothing. With that, it felt as if a heavy weight had lifted from my shoulders. I was instantly at ease. I knew the weekend was a fresh start after all. “Sure I have time. I’ll be there. What time?” I asked. She suggested lunchtime. She’d make us a fruit salad; we can talk a while then go for a dip. I was excited. I had missed talking to her all week and now everything seems back to normal. I couldn’t wait. I asked if she wanted me to bring anything and all she said was “just bring yourself”. Lunchtime Saturday came and I strolled over to Carol’s house. I couldn’t wait to see her again. It had been only a week, but what a week. Stuck in the quagmire I put myself in I was looking forward to sharing some fun times with her. Walking up the path to her front door I could see it was open but with the screen door closed. She just loved to keep the house smelling fresh by letting the breeze pass through the open windows and doors. I knocked and peeping around the corner from the kitchen was Carol motioning to come in as she was on the phone. I assumed it was some business related call because it sounded so serious. I didn’t actually listen to the words she was saying, only her tone of voice. I stayed in the living room waiting for her to finish, as I didn’t want to disrupt her. The one phrase I did pick up on was when she started to say good-bye I heard “well…she’s here so I gotta go…” That in itself didn’t hit me as being odd but to a worldlier mind it probably should have raised questions. I was too busy staring at the painting over the fireplace once again. I loved that painting! I soon found the mirror on the wall where so much was revealed that night. I was not in the same form that I was then. No frilly dress or styled hair. No heels with straps coming up my legs. Not even much make-up. Today I looked like Rose. Plain Rose. I had a yellow t-shirt, showing some bare midriff and denim shorts. My shoes were far from glamorous; last year’s sneakers and tennis socks. I was normal looking and I think that’s one reason I was feeling comfortable. I wasn’t playing any roles, I wasn’t dressed up or trying to impress. I was just Rose. Carol’s image then appeared in the mirror. She walked up and took her place behind me much like she did that night. For an instant, I saw us both standing there, looking at each other in the mirror, nude as we were then. My nerves then began to tense up, but only for a short spell. “How are you Rose?” she asked in her sweetest voice. I said I was fine and just waiting for her to end her phone conversation. “I’m glad you came over.” She continued. Motioning me to take a seat in the Living Room, I obliged and we sat down on the couch where I spent my first night in the arms of a woman. I thought it was strange that after all that kissing we did that she didn’t offer me one. She then turned all serious looking and it worried me. Had I done something wrong? Was she mad at me? She staid silent for what seemed like an eternity. Looking around as if trying to find something to talk about, she took my hands and began to speak. “I asked you over for a few reasons Rose. The first reason was to go for a swim but before that I need to have a small chat with you about what happened last week.” Here it comes. She’s going to tell me it was a mistake and it should never have happened. I’ve seen it plenty of times in the movies and it always starts out like that. “Last week was a very magical and special moment for me as I hope it was for you.” This was not what I expected. Maybe she’s sugar coating it. She continued, “I did something very irresponsible and wanted to talk to you about it.” What could she have done that was so wrong? I wondered what happened after I left. “First let me ask you how do you feel about what happened.” She said. I told her I was fine. I was a bundle of nerves for a few days but other than that I was ok. So that was a partial truth. I was as confused as I’ve ever been but I wasn’t about to tell her that. I was afraid of what she’d say if I did. “Honey, I know you’re 18 but I have to ask for my own piece of mind,” she continued. “Do you understand what happened last week? I mean…well…” This was the first time I ever saw her at a loss for words. “I know what we did Carol.” I said rescuing her from her stumble. “We kinda sorta made love though we like really didn’t because we kept our panties on and besides we only kissed and felt our breasts but it was like showing each other how we felt then we fell asleep in each other’s arms on the couch we are sitting on at this time.” I blurted out in one breath as only teen girls can. “You took the words right out of my mouth!” she said with a laugh. I chuckled too and then said something that I realized only for the first time since that night… “That and you seduced me.” Silence fell upon the room. What possessed me to say that? I never thought of it that way before but when you think about it, that’s precisely what she did. She initiated everything and seduced me. “Yes” she said while hanging her head. “You’re right. I did seduce you and I shouldn’t have done that.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because you had no idea what my intentions were and I forced myself on you. I’m 8 years older than you and I should have known better. I could have ruined a wonderful friendship by pulling that stunt.” She was nearly to tears when I butted in. “But it wasn’t all you! I was there right? I could have stopped you any time. I was enjoying that moment as much as you and you were nothing but the perfect teacher.” I couldn’t think of a better word for that. “Besides, you kept asking me if I wanted to stop and I didn’t. And as far as ruining a wonderful friendship…I’m here now aren’t I? I’d say you’ve done nothing but enhance it.” God I sounded so mature – so adult. I couldn’t believe the words coming from my mouth. I don’t think she was prepared for that either. “Guess I’m a little more mature than we both though huh?” I added. “So you’re ok with what I did?” “What WE did Carol.” I came back with while taking her hands in mine. “It was the most memorable night of my life and I hope it doesn’t end with that.” Ohmygawd – what was that? Did I just open up the window of opportunity there or what? My heart was fluttering. I can’t believe how I was so immature and ‘young’ most of the time then I come up with moments of pure adult phrases. I think I watched too much TV in my youth. There was an awkward moment – a space in time where neither of us knew where to go from there or what to say. “Who was on the phone?” I blurted out when I remembered her line of “…she’s here – I gotta go…” She explained it was a friend of hers and she was asking her some advise. “Must have been about me,” I queried and told her what I heard. “Yes it was sweetie. I was asking her how to talk to you about, well, what we did.” “She give you some good advice?” I asked. “A bit – yes.” She said. “Did it help?” Pausing in a moment of what seemed to be instant replay in her head, she replied… “Not one Damn Bit!” With that we both burst out laughing and from then on we were fine together. I knew we had reached the summit of our crisis and that it would be pretty much back to normal from now on. “How about that swim now?” she asked. I nodded a yes as I was still giggling and we both got up. “Lets go change into our robes Rose.” her voice returning to the angelic tone I so loved, playful and comforting at the same time. As we made our way to the bedroom, she asked me rather bluntly if I had enjoyed myself last week. I was able to speak more freely with her now for some reason, not as timidly as I was a week ago, and told her that it too was a magical moment for me. As we meandered down the long hall we talked freely and I found myself admitting to her that I had never done anything like that before and more surprisingly confessing that I thought about it a lot during our time apart. She looked at me with the smile I so loved to see on her lips and simply said, “I’m so glad.” We walked into her bedroom where she had laid our robes out on her bed earlier. “Would you like to change here with me or do you want some privacy?” she asked. Hesitating only for a moment, I though and decided that I would no longer let my inexperience get in the way, and exclaimed to her that we could change in here together. I felt a comfort with Carol that I did not want to loose and I was more than willing to follow her anywhere. With her smiling back at me after hearing my statement, she simply said “wonderful” and brought her fingers up to her head and pulled out the stick that was holding her silky blonde hair up in a bun. Letting it fall to her shoulders she used her fingers to comb through her hair and let loose all the strands that were held captive for so long. I still found myself unsure of what to do or how to handle myself around her. I was enjoying just watching her. She began to undo the buttons on her shorts and I did the same when she looked up at me. When she pulled hers down her legs and stepped out of them, I mimicked her actions. I had the bottoms to my bikini on under my shorts, but she was wearing cotton thong panties. I felt my heart begin to pound once again much like it did last week. She had a beautiful figure, showing very few signs that she had a baby not long ago. Before last week, I had never looked at a female in that sort of way. Sizing her up is the best way to describe it. That task was usually saved for the cute guys that I found in my daily life. But her body was so appealing. I couldn’t help but notice. She then took hold of the bottom hem of her t-shirt and in one motion lifted it up and over her head. As she did she turned her back to me and I saw that she had no bra on once again. I was beginning to wonder if she ever wore a bra. Maybe I was missing out on something by wearing one all the time. Again I mimicked her and lifted my shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the bed just like her. I also had the top to my bikini already on under my shirt. I felt ready to go swimming but she through me a curve ball. Still with her back to me the next thing I witnessed was her bending down and removing the thong panties, discarding them onto the bed, then picking up her robe and twirling it about her until she was snug inside it’s folds. Before she could turn around and see me in my suit, I hurriedly Reached behind my back and grasped the string to my top and yanked it loose, letting the fabric fall away from my body. As she turned to face me I very calmly, as if this was all natural for me, began to untie the straps of my bikini bottoms. I thought for sure she would notice my shaking fingers. I must have fooled her by looking so calm and such because as I nervously pulled the swimsuit off my body, she picked up my robe and opened it like a butler holding a coat for his master. I stepped into the terrycloth and she wrapped me up in it. From her position behind me she tied the rope and then proceeded to hold me in an embrace that seemed to calm me all over. “I’m so glad you are here Rose” she whispered in my ear then proceeded to kiss my lobe while giving me a little squeeze. I then curled my own arms about hers and hugged them while letting out a little hum of contentment. I was feeling very comfortable now. My inhibitions seemed to fade away. At that moment I happened to notice the absence of her baby daughter. I leaned back into Carol’s hold and asked her where she was. Again she said that Grandma and Grandpa have her and that brought a smile to my face for I remembered what happened last time the baby wasn’t there with us. “Oh do you have something special in store for us today?” I questioned in a most obvious sarcastic tone. “Hmmmm – perhaps” she hummed at me. I could feel her squeeze me tight and kiss my neck at that moment. She released her hold on me and I turned around to face her. With her arms about my neck and mine finding a most natural place on her lovely hips, we both smiled and fell into our first kiss since that morning she “sent me off to work”. The feeling of her soft, warm lips pressing against my own sent surges of energy through my body. I could feel the surface of my skin electrify with sensation. My face began to blush as I felt the heat start at my eyes and work it’s way down my cheeks. I was becoming quite warm in that robe. Carol must have been experiencing the same effect for as we broke our kiss, she took a deep breath – like a sigh – and fanning her face with her fingers said she really needed that swim now. I nodded and taking me by the hand, she lead me out the bedroom, down the hall and out to the backyard where the pool resided. Her backyard was simply one of the most glamorous I had ever seen. Not very large in size, it gave the feeling of openness as well as privacy by virtue of the way it was landscaped and decorated. She spent a lot of time making it look so beautiful. This was truly her escape from the world. The yard was lined with tall shrubs and trees that blocked the view from neighboring houses while keeping the center yard open and spacious. The pool and guesthouse were nestled in the back-left corner with the pool half surrounded by a natural rock out cropping that included with a waterfall complete with a love seat ledge behind it. A diving board was built into the rocks and was colored brown to look more like a fallen tree than the typical turquoise board. The pool itself was also made of material colored to take on a more natural look, like a pond or river with a dark bed. The rest of the pool’s rim was lined with slabs of dark granite. The water just sparkled in its environment. Journey Towards Love Ch. 02 The guesthouse sitting not too far away maintained the ambiance by looking like a cabin. Inside there was a guest room complete with a couch, table and chairs, a small kitchenette, bed and it’s own bathroom with an oversized shower. Very sheik. A room accessed from the outside was attached where all the pumps and pool equipment was stored. The rest of the yard was adorned with a lush deep green lawn that was absolutely heaven to walk barefoot in and other flowering and decorative plants along the perimeter. The pool was actually uphill from back of the house making you feel that you were in Greece looking at some of the old ruins above. There were no pillars of marble, but there just as well should have been. Carol really loves her yard. Walking up to the pool, we followed a small path that lead to a small patio outside of the guesthouse that had a few lounges and tables on it. One lounge was built for two and each one had a 2” thick, fabric covered cushion on it. We arrived and tested the water by dipping our toes into the pool. Perfection. The water was warmed just slightly so that it wasn’t a shock to swim in but not so much that it felt like an indoor heated pool. The moment came when Carol disrobed and tossed it on the lounge built for two. She was absolutely ravishing seeing her standing there in the sunlight, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling. I hesitated for a moment and she picked up on it. She asked what was wrong. “I’ve never skinny dipped before” I admitted. Giving me a sweet little kiss she assured me that once I try it, “you’ll never buy another swimsuit again!” With that I followed my own desires not to be timid any longer and pulled at the rope that held the robe closed about my body. The knot untied and the robe fell open and I felt a gentle breeze tickle my skin before I could even take off the robe. That feeling was inspiring. Feeling energized, I let the robe fall to the ground and with a mischievous grin yelled out “last one in is a rotten egg!” How corny! But it worked, both Carol and I dashed from the lounge and in all our glory dove into the pool’s inviting water. The first thing I must admit here is that diving into a pool without the constraints of a swimsuit is incredible! My body sliced into the water so effortlessly with absolutely no drag from a suit. One smooth swoosh and I was in. The other confession is how I instantly fell in love with the way the water felt as it touched parts of my body not normally exposed in this situation. I felt the watery friction upon my breasts as I glided through the water and the way the water swirled between my legs, the little bubbles tickling me in such a way that felt absolutely wonderful. She was right – I was going to burn my swimsuits when I got home! We both surfaced at the other end of the pool practically simultaneously. “Tie!” she yelled out before I could take a breath. “So does that make us both rotten eggs?” I questioned nearly choking on the water flowing in my mouth. “No – No! This means we BOTH win!” she exclaimed then wrapped and arm around my neck, pulling me close to her and presenting me with a long passionate kiss. With each of us holding onto the side of the pool with one of our hands, we were able to keep above water even though our legs stopped kicking and started to entangle with each other. We pressed our bodies together, using our legs and free arms to tie ourselves up into a ball. My heart started to race and I could feel a heat wave course through my veins as my arousal was building quickly. I had discovered heaven and it was in the touch of her nude body against mine. Breast to breast and stomach to stomach. This was more of an awakening to my sexuality than lying in her arms all night. That in itself will always be special to me, but there was something very different when you feel another person start to explore your body with her hands, legs and self. After loosing our grips once or twice and slipping off the edge of the pool, we made our way over to the waterfall area and into the shelter of the seat that hid behind it. We sat up on the ledge and brushed our hair back from our faces. The world looked so different as I peered out through the water – all distorted and ever changing. The one clear truth was sitting next to me. Breathing heavily after our initial ruckus, I couldn’t help but stare at Carol’s womanly breasts. Practically the only part of her body that still showed signs of her motherhood, I marveled at how round and firm they actually were. Her nipples and areolas still oversized and somewhat darkened from her breastfeeding, but returning slowly to their pinkish texture hovered just above the waterline as the waves created from the waterfall danced all over them. My breasts were smaller than hers. Not by much but still showed signs of my youth. They were soft yet firm, perky I guess could be used to describe them and a B-cup for sure as they weren’t as full as Carol’s Cs. My nipples always were small but stood out quite a bit when cold or aroused. The areola surrounding each was about the size of a quarter when relaxed. I found myself glancing at both hers and my breasts, unconsciously comparing. She caught me. I didn’t think I could blush more than I already was, but when she took one of her breasts in hand and one of mine in the other and said “Yep – Not the same size but both ripe for the pickin` ” I nearly died laughing. Whether she did it on purpose or it just happened to be good timing, she knew how to relax me. “How are you doing Rose?” she asked me, concerned that this was only the second time I was with a woman. “Oh I’m good” I replied. “Ya think?” she quipped starting to take things up a notch after being assured I wasn’t freaking or anything. I nodded and with that she slid off the ledge into the water and swam up in front of me, bringing her face to mine and planting a long kiss on my lips. Surprisingly, I was the one who used tongue this time. It was so natural. Carol let out a little moan “mmmmmmm – good so far, but I wonder…” she had a mischievous smile on her face. I looked at her wondering what she meant and watched as she lowered her face down to my exposed breasts. Peeking up devilishly at me, I sat there frozen as she parted her lips and took my left nipple into her mouth. A flash of heat surged through my body and I stared in amazement, my mouth hanging open with my jaw tightening up, I gasped for air. As I did, this naturally pressed my breast further into her mouth. It was only a split second then she released it, but the surge continued making my body emit little tremors. “How are you now?” she asked again with that devilish look on her face. I couldn’t stop shaking. It was a wonderfully strange sensation and I was lost for words. My face must have assured her that it felt wonderful though I had lost all control over my ability to speak. My shivering wouldn’t stop. It was if I was freezing yet I had a fire raging through my veins. My nipples now standing taller and harder than I have ever witnessed, I reached out and pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Our tongues dancing about inside our mouths, the sounds of our heavy breathing ricocheted within the confines of the cove. I was gone – nothing would keep me from experiencing everything with her. Gone was the little girl, shy and unsure. Gone was the young woman, tentative and nervous. Here was Rose – a woman exploring her sexuality. It was that fast of a transition. I have always marveled at that. Before I was thinking way too much. Wondering if I should do this or if I shouldn’t. Now I was free to discover what joys I dared – and I dared a lot that afternoon. As she hung off the ledge in front of me and we continued to kiss, my legs instinctively wrapped around her bottom and supported her while bringing our bodies closer together. The pool inhibited me from being able to pull her right against me, however, every so often I could feel her belly brush up against the outer surface of my womanhood. A real rose in bloom. It must have been adrenaline that was making me shake for it didn’t cease and I had to get out of the water for now I was beginning to feel cold. Carol noted this and broke our kiss and suggested we move our party to dry land. I nodded my head and released her from between my legs and watched as she sank into the water. She bolted under the waterfall and surfaced on the other side. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I sat there alone. Through the water I could hear her call out “you coming or not sweetie?” I yelled to her that I was but probably shouldn’t have because in that small space my voice was louder than my ears appreciated. Shaking that off I took a breath and dove into the water. I swam under the surface to where she stood in the middle of the pool. I still couldn’t believe how wonderful the current felt on my body. Surfacing next to her, she planted a quick little kiss on me and took my hand. We walked over to the stairs where the water was only waist deep. She then turned to me and collected me up into a loose embrace. Looking into my eyes, she had once again a serious, yet inviting look upon her face. “My sweet Rose” she started. “I’m not going to mention this again so that I don’t kill any mood we are in, however, I must bring this up one last time ok?” Looking deeply at her I said, “Tell me.” “I want to share so much with you and to this point I feel you are receptive to my lead.” Pausing to collect her word she then continued, “I want you to know that if at any time you want to stop – just say so. There will be no shame or disappointment. Do you understand?” I had already resigned myself to following her wherever she took me and I wanted my response to be noteworthy. So I pulled her close, meshing our bodies together and kissed her. Lifting my right leg to wrap around her and gently rubbed myself on her hip. When I pulled away from the kiss, a look of amazement was on her face that quickly segued to the most loving expression I had seen in her eyes to date. We understood each other and no further questions were made. We walked hand in hand up the pool steps onto the granite surface and walked over to where our robes lay on the double lounge. When we arrived, she turned to face me and immediately began to kiss and embrace me. I always loved to kiss but never as much as I did kissing her. There was something different about kissing a woman. Perhaps it was her and not just because she was female. Everyone I have kissed has a different effect on me and hers was the most moving I have ever experienced. Our kissing continued while our hands began to explore the wet skin of our bodies. Still a little lost at what to do I just emulated what I had seen in the movies. It must have felt forced or awkward, or perhaps as my teacher, Carol only wanted to give me some words of wisdom. Between those wonderful kisses she whispered in my ear; “let yourself go my sweet Rose. Allow your hands and lips to do to me what you think you’d enjoy feeling yourself. Nothing you do will disappoint me.” If I wasn’t sure before, those words confirmed that I was most certainly aroused by what we were doing. I could actually feel the heat and wetness between my legs grow in intensity with her comment. Our hands were quite busy by now, exploring each other, discovering and learning every curve of our bodies. We had already passed the point we got to last week and I knew that we would go much further before we stopped. One of my hands found its way down to the curve of her bottom. It was very soft and quite inviting. I gave her cheek a little squeeze and I heard her let out a soft moan in my mouth. Her hands had found their way down to mine as well. Her actions were a bit different. She would squeeze my cheeks together then spread them apart, pulling me tight and exposing my ass to the air. At times I felt as if she were trying to split me in half as the intensity of her passion overshadowed reality, but I didn’t care. It was all feeling so good. With her hands focusing on the lower portion of my body, that gave me ample access to the upper half of hers. I brought my hands up and with one wrapped around her back the other found its target and cupped her left breast. I began to massage and squeeze it gently. I could detect her pressing herself deeper into my grip and I would grip a little tighter. Our kissing had stopped as we were finding it more difficult to breath with all that was going on. Every now and then we’d plant kisses along our necks and shoulders. Pressing her body between my two hands, I thought I might be going too hard then she would signal to me through little coos that all was well. I found myself emitting little sounds as her actions below became more intense. Her squeezing and spreading had worked into a fever of action. She would “dig deep” and grab as much of my cheeks as she could while squeezing and then spread everything she had open wide. At times her fingers would tickle the rim of my ass and I would shudder. No one had ever touched me there. I didn’t know if I liked it or not. She then moved one hand around to my breasts and was doing a more aggressive massage than I was. My head started to spin from all these sensations and as she continued to ravish my body I found myself holding onto her shoulders to maintain balance. This meant that I was leaning away from her slightly and gave her room to let her hand explore more sensitive portions. With one hand still grasping a cheek from behind, her other hand traveled down from my breasts and to my midriff. Lingering there for a moment, she rubbed my belly similarly to a woman caressing herself while pregnant. A soft gentle touch going in small circles. I was swooning. In a motion fluid and deliberate, she then turned her fingers downward and took a straight course over my pelvic area and down between my legs, cupping her hand about my fleshy mound and gently pulling upwards. I lost all feeling in my legs and my knees began to buckle as she explored the engorged folds of the budding rose below. She then carefully began to sit and guide me down onto the lounge. I unconsciously followed and she lay me there on my back with my legs draped over the edge of the lounge. She cradled my neck with an arm while she again rubbed my belly and caressed my breasts. Watching as my face expressed my pleasure, she then returned to paradise. My neatly trimmed pubic hairs caught every move of her fingers and sent bolts of pleasure though my gut and all about my body. Readjusting so that we were both up on the lounge completely, I was now in a reclined position with my head on the top cushion. Her arm no longer below my neck, I realized that she was not up at the same level as I. Her head was hovering over my right breast while her hand continued to explore the surface of my pussy. I felt a warm breath on my nipple then the soft wetness of her lips enclosing about it. Taking both the nipple and areola completely in her mouth I saw stars as she began to nurse my breast. Licking and suckling on me like a baby does on her mother. I was lost completely in the heat when she sent me to further heights by inserting a finger past my labia and inside of me. I let out a shriek and instinctively spread my legs apart further to welcome her probing finger. Biting my lip as not to scream too loudly for the neighbors to hear, my breathing became quick and shallow. She then pulled the finger she had in me up and out and pressed it firmly against the hooded nub of my clitoris. Thrusting my pelvis upwards and against her finger I couldn’t help but let out a long and exhausting cheer of ecstasy. She lingered about the spot, circling around it like a shark before it strikes its prey. I couldn’t control my body, as it was moving in ways it had never before. It was lunging at and aching for more attention from her fingers while trying to position itself in the most advantageous pose. She then combined rubbing my clitoris with the deep insertion of her fingers, switching between the two. Starting with one finger at first, she then added a second and used them to stretch out my youthful garden. My body was wriggling all over the lounge. While driving me crazy with her fingers, she wasn’t helping me stay quiet by her relentless suckling of my breasts either. By now she was switching between the two at will. The combination was intense. I felt like I would explode if she continued. As if reading my mind, I felt her withdraw her fingers and release my nipples from her sensual lips. My body slowly settled down, still moving and lunging uncontrollably now and then. My breathing was deep and quick, and with each exhale, I heard myself wheezing little coos and moans. My body was covered with dots of moisture, which were a combination of pool water and beads of sweat. All this activity under the heat of the summer sun was overwhelming. As my body continued to calm itself I realize Carol had gotten up and was gazing at me. She smiled her angelic smile and held out both her hands beckoning me to get up. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold but I attempted to rise anyway. She helped me to my feet and holding me close with both hands, we walked over to the guesthouse. Entering the coolness of the room, it was difficult to see after having the sun shining down on me for so long. She led me to the bed there and helped my lay back down. She pulled the blankets down and I lay down on the sheets. She then took a pillow and without a word uttered had me lift my body and placed it just under my bottom and lower back. I had no idea why she did this but at that moment, I didn’t care. She could have asked me to stand on my head and I would have. She then knelt next to me on the bed, leaning down to kiss me once again. She then placed a hand next to me and leaned over my face with her other hand supporting her on the other side of my body. Straddling me like this she kissed me once again, then lifted her head and positioned one of her luscious breasts over my face, letting it dangle there, tempting me. I quickly responded by using my hands to cup either side of her right breast, holding it like a baby holds a bottle and guiding her erect nipple into my open mouth. I began to nurse on her as she did to me. My tongue making that little sucking wave while my fingers gently squeezed her breast. I looked up and could see her eyes were closed and she had a most pleasant smile upon her face. She was glowing! Looking down at me, she repositioned herself so I could then repeat my actions on her other, most ample bosom. I so enjoyed suckling her. I could have continued until my tongue grew numb, but she had another surprise in store for me. Pulling slowly away she once again leaned over me and kissed my lips. Raising herself off my face, she looked so lovingly into my eyes, her angelic smile returning to her radiant face and said in the softest of voices, “And now my love, let me share one more glorious moment with you.” She then sighed and said, “I love you Rose” and pulled away from me. Making her way down my body, her fingers gliding down just barely touching me sending chills everywhere, she moved herself down past my hips and kept moving eventually standing up from the bed. She then stood at the end of the bed where my feet lay and bent over, placing her hands on each of my legs just above my ankles. Taking gentle hold I felt her begin to move them away from each other causing my legs to spread apart. She then knelt with one knee between them and glided her hands up to my knees. When they got there she shifted them so they were underneath and bent my knees up having my feet set on the mattress now. She then knelt with her other knee and moved up closer to me still with her hands under my knees she pulled them up further until my feet were almost touching the pillow beneath me. Journey Towards Love Ch. 02 My heart was pounding with anticipation and my eyes were fixed on every move she made. She brought her hands down to my ankles and positioned my feet a little farther apart then glided her fingers up the inside of my legs to my knees again and gently pushed them outward causing me to open my legs further exposing my most private self to her, abandoning all defenses. Then with her fingertips, she traced down the inside of my thighs and stopped where they met in the middle. She lightly placed both hands on the area surrounding my womanhood and just framed it like a picture for her to admire. She then lowered herself to her elbows and, supporting herself, stretched her legs out behind her until she was lying on her stomach. All I could see from my angle was her head and the roundness of her bottom behind her. Occasionally I’d catch a glimpse of her feet as she continuously moved them about. She looked up at me, and I smiled at her letting her know I was ready. She then pursed her lips and I felt her blow a gentle breeze over my fully engorged labia. The wetness I had produced made her breath feel very cool and stimulating. I fought to keep my eyes open but failed on numerous occasions. The first sensation I felt was that of her beginning to massage me there. I felt her fingers press down where they lay on the soft mound of flesh above my sex. Simultaneously, her thumbs did the same actions as her fingers. They were lingering in that most tender and sensual void between my pussy and my ass. I had never been touched there before and the sensations that sprang from there were nearly as rewarding as any direct stimulus on my genitalia. She was kneading me. Bringing her thumbs and fingers together, gently squeezing the mound of flesh that she grasped in between. Oh how absolutely wonderful that felt. My body stiffened with a jolt when I felt her tongue tease the crest of the hill she made with my pussy. As she held me in her hands, the exposed area became a playground for the warm, silky touch of her tongue. Holding me in such a way heightened my sensitivity and with each pass of her tongue, my body produced tremors that shook my entire being. I tried to control the lunging of my sex at her for fear that I may hurt her, but neither I could control my actions nor did she need the help. She knew what she was doing and knew just how to compensate for my gyrations. She continued in this way for a while then, with her hands in the same position, she reversed the hold she had on me. Pulling her fingers apart and now using her palms for added strength, it felt as if she were trying to open me up. Her fingers, still pressing on the top of my pelvic area pulled my skin tight while her thumbs began a methodic massage of my nether void. My hands were becoming restless and anxiously attempted to find something to do. Occasionally I felt myself cupping my breasts, using my fingers to pinch my nipples but this would not last long as my hands soon were looking for something else to do. I felt Carol reposition her hands with her fingers now finding their way through the folds of my womanhood and gingerly spreading my labia open to reveal the pinkness of my inner sex. Another gentle breeze caressed my wetness. With the fingers of one hand she held the pedals of my rose open that allowed her to trace each fold with the fingers of her other hand. The gentle touch she applied was both sensual and ticklish. I squirmed to her touch. She enjoyed this, as I was able to look upon her, with great effort, and see the most satisfied look on her face. She appeared to be proud of what sensations she was invoking in me. Continuing, she prolonged this wonderous torment for quite some time. I had become so lost in my feelings that I barely winced when I felt her slip a finger past my outer lips. She had shown me this pleasure on the lounge and when I did realize what she was doing I welcomed it back willingly. Then I felt a second finger slip in beside the other. They were her two middle fingers as I was able to feel her index finger and pinkie pressed against either side of my labia as she drove the other two deep inside me. Her hand was facing upward allowing the inserted fingers to press against the roof of my pussy. This sent waves of heat coursing through my veins. My hands were once again anxious to do something as her treatment continued. Then I felt something that I had not expected and my hands discovered how much mattress they could grasp at one time. Thinking that her fingers were accomplishing enough I didn’t expect to feel the silkiness of her tongue pressing against my clitoris. When she snuck that in, my body jolted, my nails dug into the bed and my back arched in a way I never knew possible. I couldn’t hold back and let out a cry of total ecstasy. My throat instantly sore from the sudden exclamation and my jaw cramping as I grimaced in pleasure, clinching my teeth together. She paused for a moment to allow me to breath. When she saw that I was ok and relaxed a bit, she attacked again, returning me to my pose like a body being injected with thousands of volts of electricity. Another long horse cry came from my deepest soul. My body was completely tense with this euphoria. It was intense, it was new and I was not able to control myself. Having me lay with that pillow beneath me gave her the most perfect angle of attack. Her tongue flicking and licking relentlessly at my clit, occasionally placing her lips about it and sucking it deep into her mouth. With her fingers probing me from within pressing upwards and her other hand pressed down against them from the outside, I certainly felt as if I’d explode! I knew I couldn’t last long this way. It was so intense and so energized. She knew too and so continued her actions sending me past the point of no return. I felt it start to build from the outermost reaches of my body. A slow – welcomed burning sensation building with a continued force behind it. As it made its way through my body, becoming stronger and hotter, I became noticeably docile. My gyrations slowing but my grip just as tight on that mattress as before. I was frozen in my pose of suspended animation as the wave within picked up speed and grew in strength. Then I felt it! Like water bursting through a dam, I “saw” my wave come crashing together inside, converging precisely where Carol was focusing her talents and exploding with a thunderous roar! My cries echoed off the walls of the guesthouse. My body began to convulse like never before with my eyes staring straight at the ceiling. My head dug itself deep into the pillow and I believe I even heard my nails tearing the sheet that I had a death grip on. I had never experienced an orgasm so incredibly intense. I had enjoyed many in my life but never like this. I though I was going to die. I felt the power of its rage expending my energy. Sucking my life from me. I neither saw stars nor anything else clearly. I was lost in another plane. I felt a wetness between my legs like never before. My legs were numb. My heart throbbed within. I felt its pulse through every inch of my body. I felt so alive yet so drained as well. I was no longer screaming as my voice had succumbed to overuse. My hair was drenched with sweat and I knew not where I was for the briefest of moments. Then all went dark. When I came to, Carol was cuddled up next to me. We were covered in a sheet and she was softly caressing my face. “Sleep well?” she softly queried. A look of love was expressed on her radiant face. “Am I alright?” was the only thing I could exhale out, may voice still quite nonexistent. With a gentle nod she assured me that I was just fine. “You fell asleep” she explained, “must have worn you out sweetie.” I confessed to her that I couldn’t remember anything after it all began. She understood and said I remained awake for a few moments after it subsided then fell off to sleep from exhaustion. I had only been out for an hour and during that time she held me and waited for me to return to her. Oh what a difference a week makes. Only last week did I kiss a woman for the first time and spent the night in her arms. Thinking that was euphoria I had no idea what was to happen just 7 days later. A woman just made love to me! Taking me to heights I have never been before. If I weren’t so drained at the time I would have reciprocated the favor. It was when I confessed my desire to do the same for her that she smiled at me and ever so softly said to me… “Don’t worry about it my love. You will have plenty of opportunities for that in the future.” Journey Towards Love Ch. 03 I had been back to Carol’s many times since that weekend when she first made love to me out in her pool house. No longer was I only a weekend visitor, I spent many weekday afternoons and evenings over at her place, usually using my babysitting as an excuse to tell my parents. There was still a level of truth to that statement though as I did watch little Amy while Carol finished some work that she brought home with her. That was always followed with time alone with her after we put Amy to bed. As with many new relationships, a lot of our time was spent in each other’s arms. The physical bond between us was growing though we did still do things together outside of the bedroom. I liked that fact very much. Before her, my relationships would start out friendly and fun but usually once the physical part began, that’s all there was and the fun would fade. Not with Carol though. She knew how to keep us fresh. We’d do so many things together. Movies, miniature golf, shopping, taking Amy to the park and the list goes on. This was the most complete relationship I had ever been in, not that an 18 year old has a lot of experience to draw from. Once in a while Mom and Dad would wonder why I all of a sudden started spending so much time with Carol. I would usually use the babysitting thing to start off with but now and then just say “I like being with her. She’s fun” and that would seem to satisfy their curiosities. It was true. I was spending an awful amount of time with her. The weekends were the most obvious change because not only would I stay there, many times usually quite late, but also began to spend entire nights. I look back on this part of my life with great fondness. The memories I have of the first full night I spent with her linger as vividly as if I just lived them. But perhaps not for the reasons one might think. It was a Friday night and Carol had enlisted my services as a baby sitter for the evening. She had a thing to do for work and it was going to keep her out very late. I had told my parents that I was probably just going to stay the night so I didn’t have to walk home at God knows what time. Even though I lived only two doors down from Carol, I didn’t want to have to sneak into the house as to not wake anyone. I also seemed to have a difficult time with our house alarm. I always found a way to set it off when I should be turning it off. Pointing these facts out, my parents had no problems with the plan. Even I didn’t expect anything to happen. Carol and I had been growing closer in the weeks following the pool house. I had fantasized about spending the night with her, however, up until this night our time together had been measured in tiny hourly increments not large blocks of time. Still, as I played with Amy after her diner, I figured I’d still be on the couch in the morning when Carol woke me up for breakfast. I had put Amy to bed around 8 pm and started to watch cable. I was in the living room with the lights down low watching a movie. As the hour of 10 pm crept up I was nodding off, lying in almost the same position I did while in Carol’s arms that first night. I drifted off with sweet thoughts of her dancing through my mind. I woke with a jolt when I heard her come through the door that led to the garage through the kitchen. Though she was quiet in entering, sounds are significantly amplified while you are sleeping. A pin dropping sounds like a crash. She saw what happened and quickly apologized. With my eyes still weighing heavy with sleep I told her not to worry about it and proceeded to stretch. I had a bit of a kink in my neck from lying oddly on the couch. “You’re home early,” I yawned as I checked the time on the VCR. It was only 11:30. “Yeah nothing was getting done so we called it for the weekend. How was Amy tonight?” she enquired. “An angel as usual.” I got up and joined Carol in the kitchen. Meandering up to her, I gave her a kiss welcoming her home then stood up against the eating bar between the kitchen and dining room. “I put her down around 8 and she’s been out ever since.” I was slowly beginning to wake up as I moved about. “Looks like she wore you out Rose,” she chuckled. “I’ve never seen you out on the couch so early before.” “Yeah, well – the movie was boring and I was so comfortable I guess I nodded off.” Reaching up to my neck I squirmed, “At least I was comfortable until I woke up with a sore neck.” Carol’s face quickly changed to a look of concern and she walked up behind me and began to rub my neck. “Right about here?” she asked pressing her thumbs into my muscles. “Mmmmmm that’s the place.” I melted to her touch. She was nowhere near the kink – it just felt good. She moved her hands about, touching a wide area about my neck and shoulders. My legs began to get weak and she pulled out a chair next to the dining room table and guided me down onto it. Eventually, she did hit the right spot and all I can say was I was so glad I was sitting down as I lost all strength in my limbs. I leaned back into the chair, which in turn settled my head on her stomach, making it difficult for her to continue with the massage. Instead, she leaned over wrapping her arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “Can I interest you in a warm bubble bath?” she whispered in my ear followed with a little nibble on my lobe. A smile came to my lips and I reached up behind me wrapping my arms around her neck giving her a gentle hug. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” She snickered. Regaining my strength after my little massage, I got up and walked with her down the hall and into her bedroom. She asked if I could go get the bath started while she looked in on little Amy. Waving a little wave of “okie-doky” I opened the double doors to the master bath. I loved her bathroom. It was so big, larger than most baths I’ve seen, and almost regal in decor. This room looked like a Roman bath with its abundance of marble, brass fixtures and rich colors. Walking in through the doors, the tub lay straight ahead across the expansive room, centered on the wall. It was a huge tub, a Jacuzzi style that fit two people beautifully. It was raised with a white marble top while the sides were lined with a dark cultured marble material. At each corner was a pillar reaching up to a canopy of sheer material above. The ceiling stood very high and that added to the vastness of the room. To the left of the tub and nestled in the corner of the room, was a large smoked glass enclosed shower. It was lined with a reddish tan colored cut stone. Sandstone perhaps? The etched glass was framed with brass and a large glass door was centered on it. In the corner of the shower was a seat made from the same material and the two showerheads could point to it from either wall. To the right of the tub in the other corner was what Carol called her tropical island getaway. It was an area lined with bamboo lattice with ivy and ferns growing all over it making almost an indoor gazebo. There were four heat lamps that lit the area with a warm amber glow and misters throughout the open roof segment making it act very much like a rain forest. A lounge chair sat in the middle of the enclosure on a floor covered deep with the whitest, finest sand. A paradise located in and indoor sandbox. Looking to my right, on the sidewall, were the sinks and vanities. To my left just past the double doors was the room in which the toilet was housed. The walls of the room were lined with a tanned marble veneer and the floor had the same sandstone material as the shower. The only pure white marble was that surrounding the tub. Light was abundant during the day from a large skylight above and the large window that was on the wall between the shower and toilet room on the left. As night fell and the sun faded, several wall fixtures resembling candelabrums lit the area adding to the warm tones of the marble. She could have lit the room with torches and added to the illusion. I could have lived in this room easily. I walked up to the tub and sat on its edge turning the large brass knobs to let the water flow. The coolness of the marble reached through my thin shorts and sent a chill through my body. As the tub filled with perfectly warm water, I reached for the glass vase that held the bubble bath liquid. Carol believed in pampering to the fullest. With the riggers of life, she didn’t do anything half assed when it came to relaxing. No commercial, plastic bottles were to be seen in this retreat. Everything was transferred into appropriate vials and vases right down to shampoo and liquid body soap. Noticing that she was taking a while with Amy, I thought I’d surprise my love with a vision of beauty befitting the setting. I ran out into the bedroom where the linen closet was and picked out a white sheet. Taking off my clothes, I wrapped the sheet loosely around my body forming a rather makeshift toga. I went back into the bathroom and closed the doors behind me. Turning off the water, as the tub was now full, I positioned myself on the edge of the tub’s deck. I sat down and swung my legs up onto the edge reclining back into a “goddess” type pose. A servant fanning my body with a large green palm branch would have completed the vision I was attempting, “but none were available on such short notice” I joked to myself. Once happy with my position, I rearranged my toga so that it was looser, and a bit more revealing. The white sheet provided a wonderful contrast to the natural darkness of my French/Native American skin. My long brown hair flowing freely down my back as I got back into my pose and lay there, waiting for Carol to arrive. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long as shortly after I finalized my pose, the doors opened and she walked through wearing only her jet-black stiletto heels and a choker with a mini red rose just pulled off center from the nub of her neck. I do believe that both of us were surprised by what the other was wearing. She loved the theme costume I had concocted and I absolutely adored her choice of wardrobe. We both stared at each other for what seemed like forever. I was taking in every inch of the seductive beauty that was standing before me while she did the same to her reclining goddess. I couldn’t help but look her over from head to toe. Everything was just as beautiful as the first time I witnessed her body unclothed, though there was something different this time. I couldn’t tell at first so I continued to inspect her. Her hair was as golden as the morning sun. Her hazel eyes pierced their way into my soul. Her lips, breasts and hips as desirable as ever and her legs as toned and shapely as I had ever seen. But what was I missing? It was then that I realized what was different. It wasn’t a question of what I was missing; more to the point was what she was missing. It became very obvious when I looked at her once again and realized that she had shaven herself smooth. There wasn’t a hair to be seen about her blushing rose. I must have been staring fore she had to say may name twice before I heard her. “Rose?” she said. When I didn’t respond she took her tone up a notch and repeated, “Rose!” I snapped out of my gaze and turned my attention up to her eyes. “Do you like what I did?” she asked looking at herself then back up to me for approval. I had never seen her shave there. She had always had hair; very neatly trimmed hair in fact hiding the folds of her womanhood. Now, I could see her very clearly. Following the light tan lines that traced the area and even detecting a further paleness where hair once grew, I noticed that the flesh surrounding her sex had a pinkish hue as she blushed with arousal. “Beautiful!” was all I could manage to say. With that she acted almost in relief. She then began to explain how she always used to shave before she was pregnant, then stopped until Amy was born. She planned resume shaving once she healed up completely. Even though she could have been shaving long before now, she admitted that she got lazy and only trimmed. “Then you came along,” she stated, “and made me feel sexy again. That’s when I began to feel like shaving again.” I didn’t know what to say. I had never seen a sight such as this and I definitely have never received such a compliment. I must have been running my fingers through my own pubic hair while staring fore she then asked if I would like to shave myself as well. “What?” I asked surprised. “Well,” she continued, “you’re combing yours like you were trying to feel what it would be like smooth there, so I thought I’d ask.” Blushing to the point of feeling my ears get quite warm, I was at a loss for words. I stumbled about for something to say then finally decided to say, “I’ve never shaved there. I wouldn’t know how.” Smiling that angelic smile of hers that I have grown so in love with because every time she smiles like that, something new and wonderful happens to me, she walked up to me and bent over as if to kiss me and asked “would you allow me to shave you my love?” I was getting hot all over now and I could feel my body start to quiver with excitement. She knelt on the steps that led up to the tub, leaned over and kissed me so sweetly. As she did, she took my hand in hers and guided it up between her legs and to the fully nude surface surrounding her preciousness. I discovered for the first time what a woman felt like shaved. It was amazing. Her skin was so smooth and soft to the touch. I could feel her muscles contract in reaction to my exploring the surface. The heat that generated from her aroused sex was most obvious now where, in the past, her hair acted as an insulator. When my fingers ticked her labia, her juices and lack of hair made it most easy to slide my fingers between the fleshy pedals and slip effortlessly inside her. I was never able to do this without pulling some hair before now. Her kiss hesitated while she reacted to my intrusion and as she slowly opened her eyes and to gaze into mine, I whispered, “please make me feel just like this,” as I spoke the words my fingers enunciated my desire with a little extra rubbing around her clitoris and about her now wet lips. With that she inhaled me into a very deep kiss. She then stood up and walked over to one of the vanities. As I watched her naked body walk away from me, I pulled the fingers I had inside her up to my mouth and tasted the flavor of my darling love. She opened a small drawer and pulled out a little leather case. Turning to make her way back to me, I couldn’t help but see her womanhood glistening with evidence of her excitement – yet another vision pubic hair had kept secret. Gleaming with the several sources of light from about the room, she sparkled as she approached. “Stand up my sweet Rose” she beckoned to me. As I did, she set the case down on the surface of the tub and turned her attention to helping me remove my makeshift toga. “Let’s get you into the water for a few minutes” she suggested. As the toga fell to my feet, and the coolness of the air on my freshly exposed skin made little goose bumps form, she offered her hand to me as support as I lifted first one then the other of my legs up and over the sides of the tub. The warmth of the water soothed me and the bubbles tickled my skin as I lowered myself into the bath. Carol followed close behind and took a seat within the thick layer of bubbles. We let our bodies relax for a few moments before either spoke another word. Shortly after we got in, Carol sat up and reached over for the little black case and opened the lid revealing several styles of grooming tools such as scissors, a real flat blade razor as well as one with replaceable blades. A fine-toothed comb and a few other items I couldn’t identify were included. She didn’t take any of them out yet, but she left the lid open and then turned to me. “I hate to do this sweetheart, but I need you to sit up on the side of the tub.” I looked at her and sneered in protest as she just let me get into the perfectly warm bath and was now asking me to get out. “Thanks a lot ‘Lovey’ for the bath.” I quipped. “Didn’t realize this was going to be a torture session too.” I continued with a humorous sneer on my face. “Oh are ‘we’ into that too?” she spoke in a tone just short of being a smart ass, then continued with, “we’ll break out the whips and chains later deary.” We both giggled and I proceeded to stand up. She reached over and grabbed a folded towel and set it down for me to sit on and handed me another to wrap around me if I so desired. At first I did and wrapped my upper torso with the towel. I then sat on the other and leaned back against a pillar as she instructed me to get comfortable. As I got settled and began to think about what was about to happen, a noticeable look of uneasiness formed on my face. Carol saw this and stood up briefly to reach my lips and kiss me so tenderly. “Everything will be fine my love. Just enjoy the adventure as we go along.” She always knew just what to say to calm my nerves. She lowered herself back into the bath, this time kneeling on the seat that was right in front of me. Facing me she bent to the left to take a few of the instruments out of the case and placed then on the portion of the towel that I wasn’t sitting on. “We ready?” she asked me with that blessed angelic smile. I nodded and watched as she very gingerly took her hands and spread my legs apart. My left leg was as far to the left as I could hold it with my foot and lower legs still dangling in the warm water. She took my right leg and raised it placing my foot up on the side of the tub. I had never been so widely spread before, but I guessed it was to pull my skin taut and give her plenty of room where she would be working. She then took a handful of water and rinsed away the leftover bubbles that clung to the curly dark hair between my legs. The cascading rinse tickled me slightly. Brushing my hair with her fingers to drain the water it was surprising that her actions were not the least bit arousing. She then reached next to me and picked up the scissors. She held them by the blades as to take the chill off them. Settling onto her legs as she knelt before me, she took hold of them as if getting ready to cut. With her left hand she once again brushed away any hint of water between my legs then took a small tuft of hair into her fingers. I watched as she lifted the scissors and brought them up closer and closer to my quivering body. Never in my life had I felt so vulnerable as I did right then. Not even the first time I succumbed to the penetrating force of a boy’s erection as it broke through my defenses, steeling my virginity did I feel this vulnerable. I closed my eyes to try to calm my fear when - it was done. She had clipped the first bit of hair and left short stubbles in their place. I opened my eyes to witness her offering me this finger full of clippings. I opened my hand and she placed them in my palm. Gripping my fist closed again she smiled and started to clip more and more hair from my body. She let them fall into the water and I watched as she very delicately continued her task. After only a short time she had managed to trim me down to nothing. When she inspected me to see if she missed any, she cupped up some water and rinsed me down, soothing my freshly exposed rose. I must admit, seeing what she had done didn’t impress me much. It didn’t look good at all, but then, I had to remind myself that this was a work in progress. She got up to stretch her legs as she cleaned off the scissors in the tub. Reaching over to the vases of lotion she picked up one that had an oily liquid in it. While she was doing this I decided to remove the towel around my body. It was difficult to watch as she worked because of the ripples in the thick fabric. I took off the towel and set it down next to me and repositioned after I took a stretch myself. Was THAT a mistake! As I pulled my legs together the stubble of hair was so coarse and itchy, I made a face that amused Carol because she began to giggle. Journey Towards Love Ch. 03 “Thanks for the warning!” I screeched at her. “I’m sorry baby.” She giggled. “I really am. I should have warned you but you moved so fast I couldn’t get anything out.” “Yeah right – Whatever!” I growled and began to giggle myself. As I settled back into my seat and returned to my spread eagle pose, I watched as she poured some of the oily lotion into her hands. “Scoot yourself forward a bit so you are hanging over the edge of the tub a little.” She instructed. I obliged and inched my way until I was sitting on the back portion of my butt and I had both feet in the water though still spreading my legs as much as I could. She had put the vase down and wiped her hands together, spreading the oily substance evenly on both. After giving me a “that’s good” she reached down and applied the lotion over what was left of my pubic hair just above my pussy. When she was happy with the coverage there, she used her other handful of lotion and applied it directly on and to either side of it. Anywhere there was hair, she lubed up. The feeling was strange in that the lotion felt very thick, not like any lubricants I was used to, and it also made my skin tingle slightly. Perhaps that sensation was more psychological than physical. I really couldn’t tell. “Ok, make sure you are comfortable honey,” she said as she reached down into the water and rinsed her hands of the remaining lotion. “This part takes a while.” I started to scoot back on the towel more when she instructed that I needed to stay where I was, overhanging the edge of the tub. “I need to be able to get my hands below you and the tub would be in the way” she continued to coach. This made sense to me and I returned to my overhung position. “Much better” she said with a smile. As I was getting myself settled, she reached into the box and pulled out the flat blade razor. My eyes opened wide as I had thought she would shave the rest with a regular razor. I had never used such a blade and the thought of her using a sharp sword so near my sex unnerved me. Carol saw my legs tense up and then looked up into my eyes with concern. “Rose, this is the best way to do this for the first time sweetie.” She assured me. “I’ve used this on myself and that’s trickier that using it on someone else. It will be just fine but you have to relax and trust me love.” All the while, as she was speaking comfort to me, her free hand was gently stroking my thigh. Between her words and gentle caress, I succumbed to her persuasion and resigned myself to trusting her implicitly. My muscles relaxed and I opened my legs once again to allow her the greatest access possible. “Are you ready Rose?” she queried. I produced the best smile I could manage at that moment and offered it to her as my sign of readiness. Smiling back to me she switched her focus down to the leftover stubble. Placing a hand just above the area she gently pulled my skin taut and placed the blade just below her fingers. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the unknown. I could feel her using short, quick strokes assuming she was just getting her bearings. Then I hear the sound of sloshing water. I opened my eyes to witness what was happening. She was rinsing the blade. I looked down at myself and saw that she had already shaved a sizeable area. I was amazed. I was expecting it to hurt and all I felt was her strokes and perhaps some tugging as the hair gave way to her blade. When she brought the razor back up to my body, I watched as she performed the same short, quick strokes. I watched as the area changed from dark, raggedy, rough-cut hair to smooth, clean skin. I was truly thrilled. I continued to watch as she slowly cleared all the area above and around what some guys refer to as my bush. No more! My ‘bush’ was slowly but surely being clear-cut. When it came time for Carol to focus on the hair left really close to my sex, she enlisted my help. She instructed me to take over the duties of her left hand by pulling my skin taut upwards while she pulled my skin to the side in that area where my leg meet my crotch. I became nervous again only because she was working directly on my labia. I became apprehensive once again as I felt the steel of the blade touch me there. It was then that she began to speak to me in a tone so soft it was almost like she was telling me a bedtime story. She described the first time she shaved herself and how she was nervous too, but how as she worked along, she gained confidence discovering how easy it really was. I think that helped calm me a little. As she spoke to me, she continued her task. I was nearly oblivious to what she was doing to me because I was focusing on her words and not her actions even though I was watching everything she did. Before I knew it, she was rinsing me off again with warm water from the bath. She looked closely at the work she had performed, using her fingers to test the closeness of the shave as well as feel for stragglers. She found a couple of rogue follicles and attended to them directly. Once satisfied with her accomplishment she rinsed off the blade, dried it off and set it back in the case along with the sheers that she cleaned off earlier. She then reached over for another vile. This time she picked up a tall lengthy container with a glass stopper and after removing it, took a whiff of the liquid within. She offered my nostrils an opportunity to sample the fragrance and I was delighted by it’s scent. She poured some of the liquid into the palm of her hand and after setting the vile down, proceeded to put her hands together again much like she did with the shaving lubricant. When she applied it to the newly shaven portions of my body it tingled for a brief moment then burned a little. I cried out in discomfort and she assured me that it will pass very quickly and that it was only my pours tightening up. I began to giggle when a sentence went racing though my head and struck me as funny. She giggled too out of curiosity and asked what was so funny. “Try new Pus-se Aftershave Lotion,” I stated with a French accent, “Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.” quoting a line from an old deodorant commercial. Carol instantly began to laugh out loud. As we laughed, she continued to cover the rest of the areas in need of this tonic and when she finished, picked up a hand mirror from the side of the tub and offered me a look straight on of my newly shaved womanhood. I was amazed at what I saw. It was like not even looking at myself but someone else. I hadn’t seen that area hairless since I was 13. I truly felt naked, vulnerable even, like there was nothing protecting me from invasion there. My skin had a pinkish hue to it by virtue of the irritation it just went through and was a tint lighter than the rest of my naturally dark skin, but not by much. I could definitely tell where hair once grew, but figured it wouldn’t take long for it to blend in. “Well sweetheart – what do you think?” she queried. I just stared at myself for a moment longer before I responded. So many changes had already taken place in my life this summer and I was getting used to that, however, this was the first visible change that I could actually see. “It feels cool there,” I murmured. “Like, I can feel a draft there now.” “Yes, that’s what I felt too.” She mentioned then asked again, “Do you like what I did?” With a big smile instantly forming upon my lips, I looked up at her with tears starting to collect in my eyes and nodded my approval. “Oh sweetie what’s wrong?” she noted my tears immediately and took me into an embrace. I began to weep openly and held onto her tightly. It was several moments before I could regain enough composure to speak with any literacy. “So much has changed,” I cried into her shoulder. “I’m glad for all of the changes I’ve been through but it sometimes gets to me when I think of how my life has turned around so much and so quickly.” She held me tight, our naked bodies melding into one form. I could feel her heart beating rapidly with mine; the warmth of her skin comforted me greatly. She asked if I was feeling pressured by her in any way and I replied by saying no. Always worried that she was forcing herself on me, Carol tried desperately to take things slowly. We sank into the warm bubble bath and cuddled in each other’s arms for a while. She spoke of simple things while trying to take my mind off my worries. It worked. Laying in her arms is such a wonderful experience. Sometimes it feels more like a mother cradling her child rather than two lovers embracing. That in itself was a feeling I cherished as much as knowing I was her love. After a while, I stood up and had another look at my bareness below and she began to tell me about how to maintain this new style. “Sounds like a lot of work,” I said in astonishment. “Do you offer a maintenance policy deary?” With a chuckle Carol replied that she would love to help in the beginning; until I got the hang of it. “Maybe when you learn how, I’ll ask you to shave me,” she stated. As we were joking about I was looking at myself and letting her see as well. I touched the area and found it to be a little sensitive. She said the first time is always the worst and that it would not be as sensitive if I continued to shave. As time passed, the bath was beginning to turn cold and our fingers and toes were beginning to prune, we decided it was time to get out. As we stepped out of the tub, she took my hand and guided me over to the shower for our usual “after bubble bath rinse”. When we were done, each took a turn toweling off the other. Moments lost in kissing and exploring each other’s bodies allowed what droplets of water left on our skin send cold chills in tandem with the heat we produced. One of Carol’s hands found its way between my legs. Still sensitive, she was gentle and nestled a finger within the silken folds of my sex. Letting my juices, now flowing freely, drench her finger, she began to probe me like I did her earlier when I asked her to make me feel like her. I had to balance myself on her as she dove deeper into my body. My legs began to shake and as the quivering in my body became obvious. She pulled her finger out and slid it across the nub of my clitoris sending me into an instant wave of pleasure. My body became one rigid muscle. Nearly falling over I leaned into her for support and once the convulsions of ecstasy subsided, she helped me stand upright. Looking as worn out as I felt, she led me back into the bedroom where she turned down the bed and sat me there. “You liked that didn’t you?” she asked knowingly. “I have never…” I began then paused to take another breath, “…felt it so much!” “Amazing what something as simple as shaving can accomplish isn’t it?” she continued as she finished drying off my legs, still damp with shower droplets. She then helped me lay down and tucked me in. She then walked over to the opposite side of the bed, dried herself the rest of the way and then crawled in and snuggled next to me. We spooned each other as she wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I occasionally tremored with memories of what just took place and eventually drifted off to blissful slumber. It didn’t even dawn on me to think that this was my first night spent in another person’s bed. The events of the evening proved to be exciting enough and we both enjoyed dreaming together will little fanfare about this little milestone in my continuing journey towards love. Journey Towards Love Ch. 04 (this chapter takes place the morning immediately following Chapter 3) I awoke with the sun shining through the undraped bedroom window. During the first few moments of semi-consciousness, I had forgotten where I was and what had happened just a few hours before. My hand glided over my pelvis when I repositioned and it was at that moment, when I felt the absence of hair that the memory of last night sprung into my head. I lay there and let my fingers explore my freshly shaven sex. It tingled a little to the touch but felt so wonderful nonetheless. Then I turned my head and saw my love lying next to me. Carol was on her back with one arm resting on her pillow above her head. The sheets were down to just above her waist leaving her upper torso exposed and bare. I turned and faced the beauty next to me. A smile came to my face when I realized just how much I truly loved her. She had shown me so much in the last several months. More than I could ever have imagined. I knew true love and it was in the company of another woman. If you were to have asked me what I was going to do over the summer, beginning a lesbian relationship would not have been on my list. But I was so happy it was. I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over and kissed her very gently on her cheek. She stirred but didn’t waken. I snuggled up next to her and lay my head on her shoulder and draped my arm across her belly. I tried to fall back to sleep but my mind was too active now. Thoughts of everything that had transpired between us were buzzing about and kept me far from sleep. I looked up at her sleeping face and kissed her cheek once again. The kiss was so slight I could hardly tell if I even touched her. My mind was churning up a storm of thoughts, fantasies, hopes and curiosities. Without thinking, I moved my hand up to one of her bare breasts and cupped it ever so softly. Her skin was warm and gave way to the gentle pressure. I cradled it from below then slowly circled my way around until I was tracing my way around her areola. I watched as her nipple awoke and began to harden. The darkened skin around it began to contract and shrink, becoming bumpy and tight. I listened as she took a deep breath and let a quiet moan out while she continued to dream away. The thought that I was doing such things without her being awake excited me. With the absence of hair between my legs, I now could feel my arousal much sooner than before. I was amazed at how erotic just feeling her breast while she slept was. I turned my attention to the breast closer to me. Moving my hand to that one, I subjected it to the same treatment as the other. The nipple and areola on this one though was already partly erect when my fingers began to trace around it. It did not take long to make this as hard as the other. I felt her body start to fidget. It was subtle at first, much like when one dreams. She would make little position adjustments, and let out more gentle moans, but remained asleep. The rush was too much. I wanted more. I carefully shuffled my way down so that my face was more in line with her breast. When I got into position, I lay quietly for a moment to ensure she was not disturbed. Moistening my lips, I slowly and softly took her left nipple into my mouth. My lips formed an enclosure around it and I used my tongue to stroke her inside my mouth. She moaned and her body lifted instinctively, pressing more of her against my inviting mouth. The thought that I was doing this to her while she slept was so arousing. Once I had a good suction established about her breast, my hand went down between my legs and I massaged the puffy pedals of my rose. My breathing was as deep as hers and I knew the sound of the air going in and out of my nose would surely wake her if my nursing didn’t. The arm that was once above her head now was resting on my back and pulling me closer. Her hand started to pet my head, which led to her fingers combing through my hair. I continued to suckle on her and dabble down below on myself when she let out a sweet coo. I turned my head to look at her face. She was now awake. Gazing at me with a smile that could warm a frozen day. She said nothing. I said nothing. Breaking the suction I had I let my tongue dance about her now fully erect nipple, letting her see what I was doing to her. A string of saliva stretched its way from the peak of the hardened nub to the tip of my tongue. Seeing her pleased response, I giggled briefly and returned my focus on her breast. She continued to comb my hair, petting me if you will while I took an even larger mouthful of her breast into my mouth. Not wanting to make the other breast feel left out, I sat up and bridged over her body with one hand on either side of her. I leaned over and took her right breast between my lips. Much the same way I began on the first, I enclosed it and stroked the nipple inside my mouth with my tongue. The hand that was once petting my head was now stroking my back. Her fingers felt so good on my skin. She had such a soft, gentle touch, never forceful but always commanding appreciation. After a few moments, I was getting uncomfortable in this twisted position. My legs were still laying parallel to hers and my torso was spun around so that my left hand was across her and my right was down by my hip. Unable to handle the strain on my back, especially this early in the morning, I repositioned my legs under me and I got up on my knees. For a brief moment, I bridged across her and let our breasts press together. This not only gave my mouth a needed rest, but allowed me to stretch a little too. I could feel the wetness of my saliva left on her nipples as they rubbed against mine. I leaned down to put some added pressure on and gently pressed our breasts together more. I could feel her heart pounding. Now in a little “T” position as I knelt beside her, I went back to suckling her breasts. She continued to rub my back and even went as far as caressing my buttocks. When I could I’d take one hand and gather up more of her breast and feed it to hungry mouth. This in turn would cause her to dig her fingers gently into whatever part of me her hand was at the time, including my butt cheek. I loved making her react. After a while I let my left hand roam. Starting with her belly, it glided across her skin and I could feel her twitch to my touch. Soon it found its way under the sheets and began to explore the folds of her womanhood. She was very wet much to my pleasure. From just suckling her breasts I managed to get her quite aroused. My middle finger tenderly split her labia right sown the center and as it traced its way along the edge, I could feel my finger slide past her lips and just touch the silkiness inside her. Her legs clasped together and held my there, not allowing me to move and pressing me firmly against her sex. In an act of control, I bent my finger and slipped it effortlessly inside her warmth. She squealed with delight and held me there even longer. The grip of her thighs was very tight making it impossible for me to move my hand, however, my finger was free to explore inside her, reaching deeply and causing her to arch her back. How I love it when I make her feel so good that her back arches. I know it’s silly but that’s a sign of accomplishment for me. Letting my finger move about as best it could, though I was mostly immobilized by her grip on me, her body really began to fidget now. It was at this moment that yet another milestone would be attained. I got up and pulled her legs apart at the knees, opening her grip and exposing her aroused sex to me. Resting on my left hand for a moment, I used my right to probe her silk. I found her clitoris and massaged it deliberately slow. She now lay there with her eyes closed anticipating a simple experience with my finger as I have done so many times already for her. But there was a new desire building inside me. A hunger that must be fed. Without warning and with very little grace, I leaned over and let my tongue trace down the middle of my lover’s bloom, sampling for the first time the musky nectar with my own tongue. To this point only she had done this to me. I was hesitant to try before; partly out of nerves and partly out of fear I wouldn’t do it right and displease her. I have sampled her flavor before, but from my finger or hers. My tongue lapped up her juice. She responded with both pleasure and shock. “Rose!” she exhaled. I had taken her by such surprise that she was unable to use her voice and all I heard was my name on her breath. Her hands grasped at the bed sheets and I could hear her nails digging in deep. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t! Like a predator after a hunt, I could only see my prey: Her beautiful, inviting and so delicious womanhood. I had never tasted her by herself. When I sampled her from my own fingers, there was another flavor, that of my own body. This was all Carol. Nothing but my love’s own taste. I had no clue what I was doing, but I tried to do everything I had felt her do to me. I knew what felt good when she dined on my sex, so I did the same to her. Only I wasn’t as skilled. Looking back, I recognize how clumsy I must have been. There was no grace, no patience. Again it was like a hungry predator devouring its prey. I couldn’t stop gobbling her up. I licked and sucked on her everywhere. My tongue darted in deeply, making her squeal and nearly puncture the sheets with her nails, then I would change to taking her engorged labia into my mouth and sucking on her entire mound. I had never heard her so vocal. Her breathing was short and shallow. The whimpers and coos coming from her sounded like someone being tortured and yet she’d follow up with brief comments such as “oh yes” and “ohhhhhh mmmmmm”. I was enjoying this! Not only because it was the first time I had gone down on a woman but because I was making her react much in the same way I do when she’s in charge. I felt like I was as good as she. Her body was gyrating with surges of pleasure. I couldn’t tell if she was having several little orgasms of if it just felt good. Regardless, I was relentless in my attack. The tide was about to turn on me though. I believe the last jolt of her body was in fact an orgasm as she became one tense muscle and her breathing ceased for a moment. Holding her breath like she was about to burst, I actually felt her pussy gripping my tongue. That startled me a bit but it didn’t stop me. I slowed my tempo a bit and began kissing about her blushing mound when I felt her body relax. Thinking that we were done, I was about to get up when I felt her take hold of my right leg and swing it over her body placing it on the opposite side of her head. I was now straddling her. Just as I realized what she was about to do, I felt her ambush my defenseless sex with reckless abandon. Immediately I felt her tongue plunge as deep as I have ever felt it go before making me lunge forward, burying my face in her crotch and screaming out with shock and overwhelming ecstasy. She then placed both hand on the top of my ass and pressed me down onto her face. I knew she couldn’t breath but that wasn’t the point. It was payback time! We had officially entered the sex wars and she was going for a quick kill. Up to that point, most of our lovemaking was tender, loving and very romantic. This was turning out to be quite the opposite. When she did break and come up for air, I was able to compose myself, reposition and resume my own assault. I did the same as she had just done to me and planted my tongue deep within the silky walls of her pussy forming a barrier around her labia with my mouth and moaning while I devoured her. The vibration of my moans must have added to her pleasure as I felt her body react to the sensation. I moaned purposefully and made sure she knew it. She withdrew her tongue from me and gasped for air following it with a grunt. Taking another breath she plunged back inside me and moaned for my amusement. I was right – the sensation it produced was most overwhelming. I myself had to break and gasp for additional air. She then changed her strategy and went from impaling my pussy with her tongue and directed her attention to my clitty. My over sensitized rosebud didn’t stand a chance. She pursed her lips into a circle, surrounded the nub and with her tongue sucked it into her mouth. Oh my god that was incredible! I could feel her reach my very soul as she now had the upper hand in this battle. She didn’t let up either. Again her intent was for a fast kill. I admit I didn’t last long after this new approach. She had sucked my clitty into her mouth and with a combination of suckling and teasing it directly with the tip of her tongue, I felt my legs begin to shake and that familiar burning started to grow within. I felt the rapture building. My breathing was desperate now. Struggling to maintain cognitive consciousness, I fought to return fire. No use. I was about to burst and she knew it. When the zenith came, it came with a vengeance! My legs weakened and were barely able to support my weight. I could feel the sudden drain of energy, that moment of nothingness that occurs just before the waves begin to crash. In mere seconds, I was exploding with all the force of an atom bomb! Screaming would be an understatement to describe the cries coming from my deepest soul. I was sure that my parents would here me from my house several doors down. But I didn’t care! I let Carol know exactly how she was affecting me. My body began to gyrate and convulse on top of hers. Her mouth still firmly attached to my clit prolonged the surge of ecstasy I was living. Quite unconsciously, I began to grind on her – burying her face with the vigor of my sex. I couldn’t control it. It was euphoric! The most lustful orgasm I have had. From where the energy much less the control came from, I’ll never know, but as my own bliss was still sending tremors through my body, I returned to giving my own erotic torture to Carol. She wasn’t expecting that either. When my mouth recaptured her nub and began its relentless suckling, her body stiffened once again and I could hear her cry out. She couldn’t believe that I was back for more. She tried to muster up the strength to attempt another assault on me; however, I wanted to win this time. I moved from my position straddling her body and quickly moved to the end of the bed and back between her legs. I remember what she had done to me in the pool house and I used the same techniques on her. (recall Pool house) I remembered how she massaged me there with her fingers, surrounding my mound with her hands and gathering me up into a fleshy mound. I could feel Carol’s body tremble. The build up of a fantastic orgasm by my own mouth was ensuing. Her breathing was frantic, almost panic like. Her hands were desperately trying to find something to fondle or hold on to. Her whimpers and cries became more childlike, as if impending danger was near. And all I could hear her exhale out was my name. “Rose” she said nearly inaudible. It wasn’t her typical tone. I peered up without ceasing to look at her but she was gone again. She never spoke another word, never finished the line she started to speak. The look on her face seemed to be a combination of concentration, pain, disbelief and anticipation. This would have confused and worried me if I was of sound mind at the time, but my thoughts were of conquest. I am to this day amazed how one can loose all sense of reality when entangled in passion’s web. I had no clue of the impending rapture that I was just seconds away from delivering to my lover. I continued my attack and traded between piercing my tongue deep between her velvet lips and having it dance across her clitoris. I heard her cry out and the voice she used was not from this world! Instinctually, I loosened the grips my hands had about her hips and found both of her hands at her side. We locked hands like a trapeze act does at the wrists and then – I felt it. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my wrists, her body became one rigid muscle and her thighs grasped my head and didn’t allow me to move away. I then felt the pulsing of her pussy on my mouth and just as I began to hear her build up a large scream, I felt a gush of liquid evacuating from within her sex! The first squirt took me quite by surprise and I had no idea what was happening. My mouth was down there and she managed to fill my mouth with her juice. Swallowing some but coughing out the rest, I barely time to think when her body jolted and another wave came rushing out and drenched my face. The saltiness of the drink assured me she hadn’t peed on me. The musk flavor indicated that it was – for sure – pure female cocktail. She released my head from the vice grip her thighs had on me as her body started to convulse violently. She was now hollering louder than I had ever heard before, and gyrating at the same time. Two smaller squirts followed before she suddenly became silent and limp, her legs falling to the mattress and her grip on my arms loosening. I could see that she was still breathing – gasping actually. The look on her face was that of total exhaustion. I still wasn’t sure what had just happened. I was rather scared that I killed her or something. With my own nerves running on high, I began to cry uncontrollably while trying to climb up to her to see if she was all right. What seemed an eternity slipped by and everything was in slow motion while I climbed and stumbled all over the place. The soaked silk sheets didn’t help much with my efforts to rescue my love. Carol had regained enough consciences to see that I was panicking and mustered up what strength her body still possessed, to help me up on top of her. That’s as far as I got. I lay there for a second then rolled off her and began to whimper – crying out “are you all right?” “Shhhhhhh sweet Rose” she whispered. Her angelic smile, though tattered, shown through and brought comfort to my soul. “It’s alright my love” she exhaled with her next breath. Still confused and oh so worried, I accepted her words and lay next to her. I cuddled up as close as I possibly could and melted into her arms. Her heart was still pounding but her breathing was slowing returning to a normal pace. She was covered with sweat. I was covered with her. Neither one noticed – Neither one cared. I lay with her for quite some time before either of us spoke another word. Not knowing what to do or what to expect after an exhibition like that, I waited for her lead. It came in the way of her rolling over to face me. Her eyes were so sleepy looking but her smile so brilliant greeted the look of worry that still dominated my face. “Oh my sweet lover” she cooed, “you don’t understand what just happened do you?” I shook my head no and listened intently for her explanation. “Are you okay?” I asked. Her response was preceded by a deep, heavy sigh with a long exhale and one of the most radiant smiles I had ever seen grace her lips. “Rose, I am so okay.” She said at the tail end of her sigh. “That was beautiful,” she added. “Was that an orgasm Carol?” I blurted out not realizing how silly and naive I must have sounded at that moment. “It was” she replied, “that and so much more.” We spent the next several minutes in quiet conversation. She explained to me what that was and told me all about female ejaculation. I listened so intently and curiously. “You mean you came like a guy?” I quipped. “Sort of,” she returned with a little laugh. We continued to lie there and talk about it for a while longer. She told me how she had always wondered if she was one of the lucky women that could in fact reach this plateau. She revealed how she had tried to come like that with her ex as well as tried to self induce it. Her last girlfriend even spent hours trying to give her that pleasure but all attempts had failed. Failed until now. Journey Towards Love Ch. 04 I was the one! I was the lover who could take her over the edge. It was my lips, my tongue, and my passion that took her to that level. “You gave me the sweetest gift today Rose” she commented. I asked her how an unskilled lover like myself could accomplish this? How could I clumsily and awkwardly bring her to such heights? Her response brought me to sweet tears once again; “It wasn’t because I was with a skilled lover sweet Rose,” she said. “It was because I was with the one I truly love.” I buried my face into her shoulder and wept uncontrollably but happily. She joined me in tears of joy as we lay there, in her bed, on that sunny morning during the summer of my journey towards love.