54 comments/ 130709 views/ 33 favorites Shy Virgin's Fear Becomes Joy By: Roxanne Appleby Traveling to join her parents for the holidays, 18-year-old Denise is befriended by Pauline, an elegant 38-year-old professional photographer. Heavy snows disrupt the young woman's travel, and she accepts an invitation to stay at the other's cozy forest chalet. Upon entering she is shocked to see examples of the photographer's work – tasteful pictures of very naked young women. After dinner and a shower, sitting together in robes before a warm fire, Pauline sympathizes with the young woman's frustration at having found neither romance and intimacy. A little later, she asks the beautiful Denise to pose for her camera on the fur rug . . . This story's outline and many of its details were inspired by a 20-year-old young woman in the Netherlands who enjoys my fiction. She concluded her detailed letter with, "60 percent of this actually happened to me, and I fantasize about the remaining 40 percent . . ." I hope you are as taken by it as I was. This one's for you, Denise, who reignited the creative fires. The story's REAL title (which doesn't fit Literotica's template): Love and Intimacy – Denise's Joyful Holiday Discoveries Unable to find an empty compartment on the old fashioned rail carriage, Denise tried to select the least-incompatible companion for the two-hour train ride. The young woman was heading north to join her family for Christmas at their lodge in the forest. She looked forward to relaxing following a hectic week of final exams at the end of her first semester at the university. Also, after four months of living away from home for the first time the 18-year-old was excited about the coming reunion with her family. One of the compartments was occupied by an elegant but friendly-looking woman who looked to be in her upper 30s. Denise saw she had a large bag of camera equipment, which was interesting, so she entered. "Are these seats free?" she asked. "Oh yes," the woman answered with a smile. "Please, make yourself comfortable." She settled in and, after a moment in which the two strangers accustomed themselves to the other's presence asked about the camera equipment. "Are you a professional photographer?" The woman smiled again and said, "Yes, I do free-lance work for magazines and web sites." Reaching out her hand she said, "By the way, my name is Pauline . . ." "My name is Denise. It's a pleasure to meet you." Denise noticed that Pauline listened to her words with a concentrated focus that was flattering and made the girl immediately warm to the woman. She was pleased to have apparently done well in selecting a traveling companion. The train began to move. Pauline asked, "Are you going all the way to Haute Neige?" "Yes, my parents have a lodge and we always spend the holidays there." The woman nodded and gestured toward Denise's book bag, bursting with ponderous textbooks. "You must be a student, or maybe you just enjoy curling up with a warm and fuzzy calculus text?" Her beautiful gray eyes glistened with humor, and Denise laughed. "Yes, I just finished my first semester. I don't know what to do with these books! They cost a fortune, and are worth a fraction of that once used, so I couldn't stand to sell them. But no, I won't be diving into any calculus anytime soon . . ." This launched a conversation about the pleasures and frustrations of college life. Pauline listened with that same undistracted focus, and recounted similar experiences from her time in the academy 15 years earlier. Before long the two were laughing together and thoroughly enjoying each other's company. Denise was excited at the feeling of having made a new friend, despite the difference in age, maturity and sophistication, and she was flattered that the older woman apparently shared that feeling. It came out that Pauline was unmarried, and had lived an interesting and gainful life filled with varied experiences. Denise was fascinated and impressed. She learned that Pauline also had a pied à terre near the village of Bois Blanc, about 30 kilometers from her parents' lodge, where she would spend some of the holidays The train entered the scenic forest region that was the destination of both. The trees were heavily laden with fresh-fallen snow. Dusk was falling when the conductor knocked and slid open the compartment door. "Young lady, you are going to Haute Neige?" he asked Denise. "Yes . .?" "I am very sorry, but heavy snow has blocked the line and the main road until tomorrow. Everyone will have to leave the train at Bois Blanc. The railroad company will have personnel there to help passengers make alternative arrangements . . ." "Oh, dear," said Denise. Pauline sensed the girl's distress and shook her head in sympathy. "Oh, I'm sorry your plans are upset, dear. But look, why don't you stay with me tonight? There's plenty of room, and I have no plans at all." Denise shook her head and said, "Oh no, Pauline, I wouldn't want to intrude." She actually wanted to say yes, but because of their vast difference in age and sophistication suddenly felt uncertain. "Don't be silly, it would be a joy to have you. You can call your parents, we can make dinner, have some wine, and have great fun together! Actually, I have so enjoyed your company that I was sad about to having to part so soon." The woman was so obviously sincere and pleased at the prospect that half-a-moment's thought brought Denise from anxiety over disrupted travel plans to excitement at the prospect. "Oh, thank you Pauline. Yes, I too did not look forward to having to cut short our time together. You have been so kind and interesting. Are you sure?" "Absolutely, Denise. Really, this is marvelous!" Denise smiled and agreed. Pauline leaned forward and gave her new friend a little hug. "Wonderful. If you get bored you can always read some calculus . . ." Denise laughed and rolled her eyes. "Please, not that!" The train arrived. Pauline said she had ingredients for a peasant's stew in her freezer and they could get fresh bread at a bakery next to the station. Denise agreed that sounded delicious. Despite the heavy snow the local roads were clear and it was just a ten-minute taxi ride to Pauline's house, which was a charming chalet in a lovely, secluded wooded setting. The lower level comprised a spacious open living, dining and kitchen area. A large, comfortable looking couch faced a fireplace, with a luxurious fur rug in between them. Denise would have immediately felt right at home - except for one little detail. Displayed throughout the rooms were beautiful photographs of young women, some partially dressed, others fully nude. It seemed very likely that these were pictures Pauline had taken. They had not discussed the nature of her host's photography work, but that now became embarrassingly clear. However, the photos were so tasteful that Denise had to acknowledge they were hardly objectionable. And - without being explicitly aware of it, she actually felt a hint of forbidden excitement at the thought of her new friend posing scantily clad or even naked young women and making them look beautiful in photographs . . . Pauline led Denise up to a small but comfortable spare bedroom on the second level, inviting her to settle in while she herself started preparing their dinner. When the girl rejoined her friend Pauline was putting the stew on a low burner. "I hope you're not starving because this will take a while," Pauline said. "But we can have a glass of wine and talk while it cooks. Let's sit on the couch and I'll start a fire." "I'm a little bit hungry but not starving," Denise reported. "A glass of wine sounds lovely." "Starting a fire" meant turning a switch to ignite gas logs that provided most of the ambience of a wood fire without the inconvenience. Outside it was dark and snowing, but inside the bright and warm chalet provided an oasis of comfort and cheer. The women settled happily onto the soft couch with their glasses. "Tell me Denise - do you have a boyfriend?" The young woman shook her head. "No, I just haven't met anyone that interests me. I thought the university would be a horn of plenty in that department, but no. I have some wonderful girlfriends, though, and we have a lot of fun when we're not studying." "Oh, that's nice," the older woman said. "Still, you are a very beautiful young woman - the men must be checking you out." Denise blushed but was not displeased at the compliment. She knew she wasn't bad looking, but hearing this far-more sophisticated woman call her "beautiful" was highly flattering. "Thank you, Pauline. Well yes, there are men, but you know, most of them just want one thing, and hardly care about who a girl really is inside – only what she looks like. And what she is willing to do with them . . . Oh, sometimes I find the whole thing almost depressing." "I know what you mean. Men!" Pauline harrumphed. "What about you, Pauline? I know I'm not bad looking, but you are really beautiful. You said you're not married - have you ever been?" "Oh, you're sweet, Denise. No, never. I realized long ago I just don't have 'the fire in the belly' to go in that direction. I have no regrets - I love the life I live, and wouldn't change a thing." The pair fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, and then Pauline rose to give the stew a stir. When she settled back onto the couch Denise noticed the distance between them was much less than before. After a little wine and the talk of romance they seemed to share a new feeling of intimacy, like girlfriends willing to tell each other everything. "So you have not met any men at college. Have you ever had a close relationship?" Pauline asked. "No, never. It's not that I don't want to . . . I just never felt that way about anyone." The girl's frustration was apparent. "Denise, don't hesitate to tell me it's none of my business, but have you ever - been to bed with another person?" Denise was embarrassed at this and blushed deeply, but like all their exchanges the question was asked with such good-will and sincerity that it was impossible to take offence. Actually she was glad for the opportunity to pour out her fears and uncertainty to her new friend. "Oh I don't mind you asking, Pauline. I'm just not used to talking about it. No. I'm a virgin, and I don't really know what to think about that. Sometimes it makes me crazy to think that there is a whole world of – intimacy – and I am missing it. And . . . I know I'm young but I AM a grown woman and have – desires – but not for anyone that I've ever met. Does that make sense?" "Oh, it absolutely makes sense, dear . . ." Pauline leaned forward and gave the girl a sympathetic hug. "At your age I had exactly the same feelings and doubts and frustration and curiosity." "But you don't feel that way now?" Denise asked tentatively, hoping to gain insights from her older and more sophisticated friend, but again self-conscious about that difference in age and maturity. Pauline gave the girl's hand a reassuring squeeze. "No, I don't feel that way now. I have experienced the joys of sexual intimacy. I don't want to embarrass you by saying too much, but if telling about myself helps you feel more comfortable and confident it would give me great pleasure to do so. But – I think that our dinner is about ready. What do you say we take a break and come back to this afterwards?" Following a satisfying meal during which they discussed lighthearted matters Pauline offered to clean up and invited Denise to take a shower and rejoin her afterwards. "There's a gigantic fluffy bathrobe in the drawer next to the sink," Pauline told the girl. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and into a robe myself, so why don't you put that on and when you're ready meet me back on the couch." Denise was a bit self conscious about the prospect of hanging out together in bathrobes, but she did feel grungy after a long day. Back in her room she unpacked some toiletries and toothbrush, figuring she might as well get all ready for bed while she was at it. Then she undressed and savored a long hot shower in the luxurious bathroom, so much nicer than the communal facilities of the university dormitory. After the shower she took time to brush out her long, slightly wavy blonde hair. The bathroom had full length mirrors, and another feature as well – more of those beautiful photographs of nude young women. Denise could not help but to compare her own image in the mirrors with the girls in the photographs, and was pleased that she came off quite well in the exchange. She was slightly taller than average, with long legs and full, womanly hips that carried not a gram of excess flesh. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes, "more than a mouthful" in a phrase she had heard her school friends use, but not so large as to inhibit physical activity. She worked out regularly, maintained a sensible but not abstemious diet, and the results showed. Her grooming complete she found the robe and slipped it over her nakedness. Again she felt self-conscious about appearing before her new friend in a semi-undressed state, but she also felt something else: A devil-may-care excitement at the idea, stimulated by her inspection of her own charms, the photos of other nude young women, and the thought of Pauline taking those photos. She did not stop to analyze this frightening feeling, but instead just forged "full speed ahead" and back down to the comfortable living room and fire. Pauline was already seated on the couch, and beamed a welcoming smile at her new friend. As promised she too had slipped into a robe, a gorgeous silk Japanese one, deep red with striking embroidered designs. The color provided a perfect contrast for the older woman's medium-length dark hair, and Denise admired the way the garment revealingly hugged the other's attractive figure. Pauline was a few centimeters shorter than herself, and slimmer with narrower hips and smaller breasts. Despite the fact that she was twice Denise's own age the woman clearly took very good care of herself, because physically she was a knockout. Her face was gorgeous too, with full lips and high cheekbones. It barely showed the effects of almost four decades. Those beautiful grey eyes were so full of good humor that you couldn't help liking her, but they also contained the merest hint of sadness. To all this beauty was added a sparkling and sympathetic personality, with the result was that Denise found her emotions roiled by some very confusing feelings. For an instant she had this wild impulse to wrap her arms around the woman and hold her close, but of course that was crazy . . . Pauline readjusted herself to face the girl, and Denise's heart skipped a beat when in doing so the woman's silk robe parted for an instant, exposing a broad expanse of silky white thigh. "Oooh, you look all comfy and cozy and scrubbed pink in that big robe," Pauline effused. "Gosh, your hair is just gorgeous. Sit here and let me feel it!" Denise did so, and Pauline ran her hands through the younger woman's still-damp locks. "Wow – you are lucky to have such beautiful hair!" The girl was a teensy bit shy at the woman's touch and compliments, but felt warmed by them as well. "Thanks, Pauline. Gosh, that robe of yours is amazing! I've never seen anything like it." Pauline preened a bit showing it off. "Isn't it? I saw it in a Tokyo store on a trip there, and even though it cost a fortune once I touched the material I had to have it! Here, feel . . ." She held out her arm. "Oh, I see what you mean." Denise said, stroking the fabric – and the arm beneath it – a bit more than was strictly necessary, indulging a little the strange impulse she had felt a moment before, and acutely aware as she did of the warm female body the garment contained. "Gosh, that must feel delicious on your . . ." She stopped, realizing that she was about to say something more intimate than she intended. Pauline laughed: "On my naked body! You bet!" Pauline laughed. "That thought occurred to me back in that store in Tokyo!" With this outburst of humor the slight tension that had been generated by the new experience of not being fully dressed in each other's presence evaporated, and again the two became fully comfortable together. So much so that Denise summoned up her courage and posed a question she had been itching to ask: "Pauline – those photographs . . ." she indicated a trio on the fireplace mantle that featured beautiful and fully nude young women in sensuous poses and settings. Suddenly she was embarrassed and blushed furiously, but pressed on: "They're your work, aren't they?" "Yes, they are. And yes, Denise, most of my professional work is in the same – genre. Do you like them?" "They're – very beautiful . . ." Denise said reservedly. Pauline laughed: "Very naked, you mean. I know, I hesitated to display them, but they ARE beautiful, and I'm proud to have made them. I'm so used to them I forget they make some people uncomfortable. I'm sorry if they make you uncomfortable, though." "Oh, no . . . I mean, yes, I was shocked at first, but you're right – they are very beautiful, and you should be proud. Yes, I'm glad you display them." "Thank you, dear. Now - I promised to tell you more about myself, if you want me to . . ." Pauline gave the younger girl an inquiring look. "Yes, I do want to hear, if it's not too private. I mean it's none of my business . . ." "No, I'm happy to share, I just don't want to embarrass you by saying too much. But when you described your feelings and frustrations involving men and the desire for – intimacy – well my heart ached because when I was your age I had exactly the same feelings and – lack of experience. "I don't want to pretend that because we had similar feelings we are alike in other ways, so don't get this wrong, but I'll tell you what 'broke the dam' for me: I met a woman." Denise had sensed this coming, and although she was not terribly surprised all of a sudden she was terrified. But she was also fascinated, and – thrilled. She knew she should stop the conversation right now, but she couldn't make herself do so. Pauline sensed the girl's acute discomfort and paused. "Do you want me to tell you more, Denise? I understand if you don't, and it doesn't change a thing between us – I still think that you are wonderful, and that won't change no matter what." Denise could barely speak. She licked her lips and nodded. "No, please. You can tell me. I mean, I'm not sure, but I think I want to hear . . ." Pauline took the girl's hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Alright, dear. I know you can't help being shy. Anyway, I know how hard it can be at your age when you suspect there is some big wonderful secret out there that everyone else knows. And you wonder if something is wrong with you . . . and - Oh, God – been there, done that, you can KEEP the tee shirt!" "Thanks, Pauline. OK, I'm better now. I was shocked when you first said that, but I know there's nothing wrong with it and no reason for me to feel that way. So yes . . . " she paused and smiled mischievously, "My 'prurient interest' is peaked, if that is not too out of line." Pauline laughed, and those sparkling grey eyes poured out reassurance and encouragement, and suddenly it WAS alright, and Denise was eager to hear more. She wriggled a bit as if to settle in for a dramatic story, and affected a look of wide-eyed expectancy. Pauline laughed again, and began. "In the summer after my first year at university I was lonely and miserable and frustrated and unhappy. The woman who lived in the house next to my family's - her name was Margaux - was about the age I am now. She was an artist, and divorced. I just plain fell in love with her, and she really cared about me, too. Shy Virgin's Fear Becomes Joy "We were attracted to each other – physically – but both were scared, and she was especially protective of my feelings given the age difference, so nothing happened for the longest time. Then one night we were drinking wine and had a little more than usual and suddenly we found ourselves kissing passionately. Um, 'the rest is history,' as they say, I mean, we made love together that night. Oh, it felt marvelous to at last feel the naked flesh of another against my own, but mostly it was a huge relief to know that I too could feel intimacy, and to feel . . . Oops, I don't want to embarrass you with TOO many gory details. Or, not all at once anyway . . . But that is how I came to know love and – physical intimacy." Denise WAS embarrassed, but also very excited. She cleared her throat and asked, "What happened to her?" Suddenly Pauline looked sad. "Oh, we were lovers for several years, and it was all very wonderful. Then - she died, Denise. Breast cancer. She denied to herself for a long time that there was something wrong, and then it was too late." A tear welled in Pauline's eye, and Denise leaned forward to give her friend a hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Pauline." They clung to each other for a moment, then backed away. "Well, life goes on. Margaux was an angel and she gave me a wonderful gift, but I've really had a wonderful life since. In her honor I do not let myself be at all depressed about it. "But – enough of sad things. Denise, don't get me wrong, and don't hesitate to tell me to go jump in a snow bank – but do you have any idea how beautiful you are all scrubbed pink in that fluffy robe, with your hair still slightly damp – especially when you blush sweetly like you're doing right now - and what beautiful pictures I could take of you?" Given the types of pictures that her friend obviously preferred taking Denise didn't just blush but turned beet-red with embarrassment. She swallowed nervously, and Pauline quickly followed up: "Oh, I don't mean nude photos – necessarily. I also do lots of portraits and – conventional work. You look so sweet and lovely – would you mind if I only snapped a few pictures just for myself? I'll give you prints and you can show them off to your friends." Denise had a strong suspicion that once she took out the camera Pauline would not be satisfied with "conventional" photos. She was surprised to find that she didn't care, and in fact – that she would be disappointed if Pauline WAS satisfied. That devil-may-care feeling was back in full force, along with a strong affection for her new friend. Yes, she wanted to be photographed, and she wanted. . . she cut off the thought and instead looked the other directly in the eyes and said, "Yes, Pauline. I think I would like that." With this potentially provocative response – Pauline warned herself not to read too much into it - it now became the her turn to feel her mouth to go dry with excitement and nervousness. She merely nodded and rose to get a camera, selecting an uncomplicated model with few time-consuming bells and whistles. She also turned down the lights so as to enhance the effect of the flickering firelight, then began to click some casual close-up snapshots. After a few of these she paused and looked at the younger woman thoughtfully, assembling compositions in her mind. "May I pose you?" She asked. Denise nodded. "Why don't you stretch out on the couch and I'll take a few full length shots. Here, put your arm on the backrest like this . . . " For several minutes Pauline alternated between snapping pictures and rearranging her young friend, occasionally picking up and placing a limb in precisely the position she wanted, or tilting Denise's head one way or another. She also parted the robe some at the bottom, exposing the girl's legs up to mid-thigh. Denise made no objection, and found the entire experience very gratifying. Pauline was gentle and slow, not like the manic caricature of a photographer in a high-fashion photo shoot. She paused between poses to think and was very solicitous of Denise's physical and mental comfort. After shooting a roll Pauline paused to reload, and for a moment Denise was afraid that her fears would not come true . . . Then the beautiful photographer asked if her friend was willing to get down on the fur rug for the next batch. Now Denise found herself terrified that her fears WOULD come true! She nodded, and climbed down onto the soft fur. Finally she heard the words she both feared most and hoped most to hear . . . "Denise, 'no' is a perfectly acceptable answer, but oh my goodness, you would make such a lovely a picture with your beautiful breasts exposed. Do you think you might be willing?" Pauline nervously looked directly into the girl's eyes. Not trusting her voice Denise just nodded. The older woman knelt and gently tugged the white robe off her young friend's naked shoulders. Denise remained totally passive, and let the other take control. She blushed furiously when her breasts were exposed, especially when she saw the woman's eyes grow wide at the sight. Pauline was made self conscious by her own uncontrollable reaction to the heart-breakingly lovely image of the partially nude young woman, and to cover up she busied herself adjusting the camera. Although her professional work involved photo shoots with naked young women, that was "business," and she always felt strongly that it would be immoral to pursue anything personal with those girls. A lesser consideration - not applicable at the moment - she was usually involved in a "monogamous" relationship with another woman. None of these had been as deep as the one with Margaux, but she still believed in faithfulness. This current situation photographing Denise was very different, because it was – romantic. Despite Pauline's much greater experience she felt almost the same level of fear and excitement as that she sensed in the shy virgin. Finally, with her voice croaking a bit with that excitement, she directed the young woman into a pose and began taking pictures. For Denise it was all marvelously sensual: The feel of the soft rug, the warm fire at her back, her beautiful friend focusing with such concentration on HER, her own partially unclothed state. Oh heck, it was downright erotic, and she had to admit she was getting turned on! Beyond telling about her first lover Pauline had said nothing about her sexual identity and preferences. But Denise had no doubts now about what those preferences were. Or that she was now the target of those preferences. Except target was not the right word, since it implied passive victimhood. She was being passive, letting herself be putty in the older, more sophisticated woman's hands, but did not feel like victim. Actually, she wasn't sure what exactly she felt. She sensed that a seduction was under way, and as with her anticipation of the request to expose herself for the camera she didn't know whether to be more frightened that she was right about this suspicion, or that she would turn out to be wrong. Denise was not completely correct about a seduction, however. Pauline was ever so willing, but she felt a strong affection for her new young friend, felt perfect sympathy for the difficult phase of life she was going through, and would not push the girl one millimeter further than she was willing to go. At the first resistance, that would be the end. If no resistance appeared, well, the thought of what the end would be in that case was too exciting and delicious to entertain without making herself completely dysfunctional, so she put it out of her mind and focused on picture taking. Pauline completed a second roll of film, and stopped to reload again. When this was done she knelt beside the young woman and once again rearranged the robe. Or rather disarranged it, tugging here and there, revealing ever more of the girl's beautiful young body. At each additional exposure she paused, looking her friend in the eyes, silently seeking permission, or a veto. Denise returned these looks with a steady gaze of her own, but otherwise remained passive, offering no resistance. She understood that she was giving implicit encouragement, and was amazed at her boldness. As more and more of the girl's flesh was exposed, and as both women perceived their own excitement mirrored in the other, their hearts began to beat furiously and the blood pound through their veins. Both were acutely aware that they had imperceptibly crossed the threshold from photo session to – something else. Finally, only the merest scrap of cloth protected the girl's dwindling modesty. Pauline rose and resumed taking pictures, but she was having a hard time concentrating. She stopped after just a few and again knelt beside the almost-nude girl, slowly reaching for that last scrap of cloth, which covered the triangle at the juncture of Denise's legs. As before she accompanied the action with that inquiring gaze. This time, though, the look was less seeking permission than daring the girl to say "no." Denise swallowed but remained passive – which of course meant "yes." With a slight tug at the fabric a downy blonde pubic patch was exposed, and Denise was completely nude. But Pauline did not stop there. The girl's legs were held close together. Continuing the now completely transparent "device" of posing her friend, Pauline put a hand on one of those milky thighs, near their precious vee, and parted a leg just enough to expose the virginal pink vulva within. Blushing wildly as her most intimate parts came into the other's view, Denise also gasped at the intimate touch. The much more experienced Pauline also struggled to catch her breath when she saw that the girl's labia were glistening with moisture. Pauline forced herself to take two or three more pictures, which curiously were just head-and-shoulder shots. Then she set the camera down and again knelt close beside the beautiful, naked young woman on the fur rug, once more looking deeply into her eyes. Denise returned the gaze unblinkingly. Pauline moved closer, her face now just inches from Denise's. Still there was no withdrawal or sign of distress from the girl, just obvious excitement matching her own, plus of course shyness and uncertainty at this completely new experience. Finally Pauline leaned in, ever so slowly, and pressed her lips lightly against those of the young woman. She held the kiss for a moment, then pulled away to give her friend one final opportunity to say "no." Being stripped and photographed by this beautiful older woman was the most thrilling thing Denise had ever experienced, and it showed in her eyes. She would have gasped at that first kiss, except already she could hardly breathe for excitement. To these pounding emotions was added an overpowering wave of affection, triggered when Pauline reached a hand up to gently and lovingly stroke the young woman's cheek. A tear of mixed joy, nervousness and excitement welled in Denise's eye, and when it escaped onto her cheek Pauline leaned forward and ever so gently kissed the cheek dry. With that action both women's dam of anticipation and anxiety broke, and they grasped each other in a full embrace, burying their faces in the other's neck and hair. Denise actually wept a bit against the other woman's shoulder. Pauline gently shushed and stroked the girl's hair. She understood: The girl knew that all the uncertainly, frustration, and desire for physical intimacy she had been feeling for so long, and which had found no outlet for release, were on the `threshold of being resolved. In addition there was the new uncertainty related to the gender of the person who would bring about that resolution. Pauline knew the girl needed comfort and psychological space, both of which she did her utmost to give. After a few minutes Denise recovered and drew her head back from the older woman's shoulder, looking into her sympathetic grey eyes. "I'm a silly goose," she squeaked, and laughed weakly. "Nonsense, dear," Pauline answered, returning a look of exquisite tenderness. Denise tentatively leaned forward and placed her lips against those of her friend. The women kissed softly, embracing closely, their hands delivering chaste caresses to the other's back and arms. They kissed in this way for a long, long time. But at some point the tenderness began to transmute itself into heat. Soft caresses reached further and became bolder. Chaste kisses became steamy tongue duels. Pauline pioneered a trail of kisses around the young woman's neck and chest. Denise shyly sought avenues of ingress under the silk robe the other still wore. These were not hard to find, assisted by the other's willingness to ease that access. Eventually both women were completely nude. Denise was reclined on her back on the fur rug, and Pauline was lying on top of the girl's voluptuous young body. Naked female flesh pressed naked female flesh along the full length of their now tingling bodies: breast to breast, hips to hips, thighs to thighs. They never stopped kissing, but also eagerly sought to increase the level of sexual contact, tweaking nipple against nipple, grinding mound on smooth female thigh. Pauline became more aggressive at the latter game, seeking more intense and direct stimulation. For while the woman had never seduced a young woman she was a skilled and experienced lesbian, and knew just how to make the delicate and subtle adjustments necessary to bring together labia to labia and clit to clit in the ancient art of the Sapphic tribade. At the first such touch Denise gasped, and in her excitement grasped the other's buttocks, pulling her friend tightly against her. This disturbed the fine adjustments Pauline had skillfully made, and the shocking intensity disappeared as clit separated from clit. Pauline was patient, though, and only found her own excitement and arousal enhanced by the young woman's passion and eagerness. She again made the careful adjustments necessary. This time Denise understood, and cooperated in sustaining the magical, lubricious contact. As the sensations grew more intense both women exercised extreme self discipline, resisting the overpowering urge to replace subtle and delicate motions with powerful grinding ones, which would only negate the sublime sensation of one clitoris sliding against another, something that only could be experienced if both partners restrained themselves. The tension involved in balancing these impulses generated even more excitement, which magnified the sensation, creating a virtuous cycle the culmination of which was not long in coming. As the far-more experienced partner, Pauline was the first to feel her climax draw near. She sensed her vaginal juices begin to flood, and knew that soon . . . almost . . . NOW! YES! The orgasm swept through her slender body, and she shuddered at the sensations of intense pleasure. Denise was driven nearly mad resisting the impulse to squeeze and grind, but with an iron will she cooperated in maintaining clitoral contact, fully appreciating the game they were playing, and the delights the exquisite tension created. She had never experienced an orgasm in her life and at the moment had no expectations in that regard. She just relished the delicious sensation between her legs, and the immensely satisfying body-to-body intimacy with this beautiful, naked woman. She felt Pauline grow tense as the woman approached a climax, and vicariously felt the pulses of pleasure that rocked the other's body when orgasm came. Suddenly the amount of moisture where her and Pauline's most intimate parts were pressed together increased voluminously, and without at first realizing what was happening Denise felt a peak of deliciously unbearable tension centered in her clitoris suddenly snap explosively and sweep through her body in waves of unbelievable pleasure. She cried out in surprise and delight, and as all self discipline evaporated she ground her vulva furiously into that of the other, squeezing her lover close. This broke the delicate connection of clit-to-clit. But that didn't matter now. In fact, once the first intense shockwaves of the explosion had passed, that ultra-sensitive contact became too excruciatingly intense, and the rougher, more generalized stimulation was just right for drawing every last drop of pleasure from this, her first orgasm. Finally it was over, and both women collapsed, spent by their mutual passion, sweat glistening in the flickering firelight on their beautiful, naked bodies. Pauline lifted her head from the younger woman's shoulder, where it had fallen during the tumult of their mutual release. The two gazed lovingly into each others eyes for a long time. Pauline lifted a hand and delicately caressed the young woman's face and hair. Neither spoke, but oh, so much was communicated "Shall we go to bed?" Pauline eventually asked. Denise nodded and the naked pair arose from the fur rug, which now had a wet spot in the place their sexes had come together. Pauline took the other by the hand and drew her up the stairs and into her own bedroom, where the soft quilts of the king-sized bed were already turned back. Like the living room this room also had a gas fireplace, which Pauline ignited by flicking a switch on the wall, at the same time turning out the light. In the warm glow of the firelight they crawled under the covers and lay on their sides facing each other, pressing their nude bodies together, arms and legs entwined. They kissed some more, and then, with the slightest amount of rearrangement possible, fell asleep in each other's arms. Later, both awoke and saw their mutual joy at being together illuminated by the flickering firelight. Again they kissed and caressed each other's face. As before the kisses gradually transitioned from tenderness to heat. Soft female hands reached between the legs of the other and manipulated soft pink flesh, which quickly became damp and slippery. Pauline's actions were skillful and accomplished, and soon the younger woman was gasping and writhing on the bed. In her inexperience Denise was much less skillful, but the excitement of being touched by this beautiful young virgin more than compensated, causing the older woman to also gasp and writhe. Again Pauline was the first to climax, her slender frame rolling sinuously as waves of intense pleasure swept through her. Pauline's manipulation of her young partner's sex had been interrupted while the wonderful crisis was underway. Denise felt happy and proud at having brought her friend to orgasm, and she looked forward to the other resuming the incredibly pleasurable digital attentions to her own sex. Therefore she was momentarily startled when rather than do so the other woman threw off the covers and began moving around on the bed. Alarm turned into a thrill of anticipation when Pauline positioned herself between the widely parted thighs of her young lover, that anticipation comprised of equal parts arousal and the lure of "forbidden fruit." When she had arrived at her destination the experienced lesbian inhaled deeply the scent of the excited young woman's sex, and laid her forehead lightly on the other's delicate blond pubic hairs. Then she slowly lowered her mouth to the other's glistening pink vulva. At the first touch Denise gasped, and without realizing what she was doing thrust her mound up against the other's face, simultaneously reaching down with her hands and pulling the woman's head tightly against her sex. Pauline took advantage of the thrusting action by reaching her hands around the girl's shapely thighs and grasping her magnificent rear end, pulling the other's vulva even more tightly against her face. She proceeded to apply her full skill to the girl's virginal sex, tonguing the smooth outer labia, delicately flicking the more sensitive inner lips and vaginal opening, eventually concentrating on the hot-button core of her young lover's female sexuality, the pleasure center of her clitoris. Shy Virgin's Fear Becomes Joy "Oh, God, Pauline, I never imagined anything could be so wonderful. Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Pauline responded gratefully to her young friend's thrilling words by upping the intensity and tempo of her oral attentions. She alternately slavered and flicked the tiny pink clitoris, adding more stimulation, then backing off when she could tell the sensation was becoming too acute. As the girl's arousal went from peak to yet higher peak those moments of unbearable acuteness grew briefer, and the intense desire for total stimulation became more sustained. Pauline knew well what the end point of this cycle would be, and she was not disappointed: Denise had been bucking her hips and grinding her sex into the other's face, emitting inarticulate grunts and sighs. At some point she had reached under herself to remove the other's hands and take them into her own. Now both women's fingers were interlocked tightly as Denise approached her climax. Suddenly the young woman became completely still, and every muscle in her body totally tense. Pauline redoubled the clitoral stimulation, shaking her head from side to side as she flicked the underside of her tongue vigorously sideways across the clitoris, which in the girl's arousal had found its way out from under its protective hood. The older woman was rewarded by an athletic explosion of writhing, orgasmic young virgin. Denise cried out in a sustained opera-like wail; she became dizzy and her sex became drenched as the second orgasm of her life rocked her voluptuous body. This one was more intense than the first, which had been a total surprise, and when the waves of unbelievably intense pleasure passed she found herself lightheaded. Then her lesbian lover was at her side, showering her with kisses. At first she was not sure whether the scent and moisture of her own vagina on the woman's face and lips was exciting or repellent, but suddenly it was all the former and she eagerly responded with kisses of her own, reveling in the taste and aroma. Their passion spent the women soon grew sleepy. Pauline retrieved the covers, and again they dropped off with their limbs sprawled across the other's. Denise awoke in the early morning light. At first she was disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then with a shock she remembered where she was and how she had spent the previous night. It seemed unreal - was it all just a wonderfully erotic dream? But no: There on the pillow just inches away was the beautiful face of her still-sleeping lover, soft in repose. A wave of incredible tenderness, gratitude and affection swept through her. She could also see out the bedroom window, where a newly risen sun slanted down on a treescape that had been converted into a winter wonderland by the previous night's snow. The outside air was crystal clear and perfectly still, and tree branches drooped under their fluffy white burden. Icicles hanging from the roof glistened with rainbow sparkles in the angled rays. All was silent except for the soft breath of the sleeping woman beside her. Denise turned her eyes back to her lover, and ever-so-softly laid a kiss on the woman's cheek, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. The girl slowly reached a hand up and gently stroked the other's hair. After a few minutes the corner's of Pauline's mouth turned up in a smile. Her eyes opened and she gazed sleepily at the face of her beautiful young friend and lover. The older woman yawned and stretched catlike, reaching her arms over her head, then lowered one onto the neck of her young friend, caressing her shoulder. She slid closer and began the new day with a kiss to the lips of her new lover, which Denise eagerly returned. "How do you feel, dear?" Pauline asked solicitously. "About what happened between us, I mean." "Oh, Pauline it was wonderful! It IS wonderful! Tell me we will do it again and again, and see each other often." "Yes, dear, we will: Again and again, and see each other often. And I will show you many more ways that two women can give each other pleasure." With those words both were consumed with affection, and their bodies came together in a close embrace. They kissed passionately, and their warm attraction suddenly flared into spontaneous combustion. "Pauline," Denise said, "I want to do – what you did . . ." She meant perform oral sex on the other. "Are you sure, dear? Oh, don't get me wrong – there is nothing I would love more. But I don't want you to feel like you have to just because I did." "Yes, I think I'm sure. No, I'm SURE I'm sure – I'm excited! I want to give you pleasure. I want to – do it all . . ." The girl ended the conversation by throwing off the covers just as her lover had done the night before, and sliding her body down between the other's legs. Pauline was stunned at the beauty of the young woman's magnificent naked body, her golden hair glowing in the weak winter sunlight. Her arousal climbed to a fever pitch at the sight of this gorgeous creature poised between her thighs. Denise took time to explore the other's lower abdomen, hips and thighs with her fingers and mouth. She kissed the woman's dark pubic mound, and stroked her inner thighs. Pauline moaned at this last touch. Denise teased, caressing lightly the soft flesh surrounding the woman's sex, and kissing it too, but postponing the direct genital stimulation she was eager to provide. Pauline moaned more loudly at these kisses, equally eager for the touch the other withheld. The other did not withhold for long: Summoning up her courage to perform what she still perceived to be an extraordinarily illicit act, Denise finally lowered her mouth to the other's vulva. For a moment, she did nothing more than press her lips against the other's most private parts, taking in the experience, feeling her excitement grow with the immediacy of tasting such forbidden fruit. Then she gingerly extended her tongue and experienced her first taste of another woman's sex. She found that she was thrilled by the musky scent and taste, which had the faintest uriney tang in the background. The young woman opened her lips and drew one labia between them, feeling the reddish female flesh grow slippery under her tongue. She performed the same action on the other lip, then opened her mouth wider and sucked them both within. Pauline was in a thrilling fog of arousal from her gorgeous lover's intimate attentions. The girl was so heart-breakingly beautiful, and the knowledge that this was her first taste of another woman's sex was enough to drive her wild with excitement and pleasure. She moaned, but forced herself not to move around very much, so as to not disrupt her friend's first experience of performing lesbian cunnilingus. Denise continued her exploration and experimentation. She moved her mouth lower, and puckering her lips, sought to press them inside the woman's vaginal opening. This pushed her nose against the labia minora, and increased the level of wetness generated by her own saliva and her lover's arousal. Very quickly her chin and mouth were slippery with the growing feminine excretions. This further raised her excitement and eagerness to "do it all." She pushed her tongue as deeply as possible into the oozing vagina, then thrust in-and-out by moving her entire head forward and back, pressing her face firmly against the entire vulva on each forward stroke. Pauline was struggling now to hold herself back from bucking and writhing in excitement. She had not expected a virtuoso performance from the neophyte to lesbian sex, but the girl's creative experimentation was having the same effect that practiced skill would have done. Denise shifted her attentions back to the labia, and then moved higher to the exquisitely sensitive clitoris. She tried to mimic the actions Pauline had performed the previous night, alternately slavering the underside of her tongue over the engorged nub, flicking the button rapidly and daintily with the tip of her tongue, and drawing the tiny bud and adjacent flesh rapidly in and out of her mouth with strong suction. "Oh my God, Denise, don't stop," Pauline cried out. Her self restraint evaporated, and she writhed under the mouth of her young lesbian lover. Between the awesomely erotic circumstances and the intense stimulation she knew an orgasm was near. Then she lost awareness of those circumstances and the entire focus of her being became concentrated on the incredible sensations pulsing out from her clitoris. "Yes, yes, don't stop! A little more . . . Yes! YESSSSS!" The last word was a scream as the incipient climax burst upon the woman. Her hips bucked as spasms of orgasmic pleasure rocked her slender frame. The spasms grew weaker, then subsided into faint twitches. Denise had never stopped licking and sucking, although at the peak of the woman's orgasm, sensing that the direct clitoral stimulus had become too intense, she lowered her mouth back to the vagina, penetrating the flooding tunnel with her tongue, letting Pauline's bucking hips provide the thrusting motion that rocking her own head had done earlier. Pauline's passion and pleasure subsided, but Denise remained between her legs for a few more minutes. She marveled at how arousal and orgasm had engorged the other's sex and reddened the glistening flesh. She lapped up the generous outpouring of clear juice, using her face and lips and tongue to "clean up" her friend's vulva. Denise also experienced a feeling of power and awesome efficaciousness at the effects she had wrought, and felt happy to have given such pleasure to her lover. A wave of intense affection for the woman overcame her, which she had to share. She withdrew from between Pauline's legs and crawled on top of the other's slender body. She kissed her friend passionately on the lips, knowing that the woman would be excited by the wetness and taste of her own sex on her lover's lips and chin and cheeks. Pauline was incredibly excited by that wetness and taste, and as her friend had "cleaned up" her intimate parts, so she returned the favor by wetly kissing the young woman's face, then "drying" it with her own lips and cheek. Neither spoke – there was no need. Both were deliriously happy with and excited by the other's presence, and sensed the same emotions in the other. It was glorious. It was not complete, though. Pauline had been aroused and satisfied, but Denise had only been aroused, and the older woman resolved to complete the cycle. She lifted the girl off of her own body and pressed her onto the bed. She kissed her lover's face and neck, then her chest, and finally her magnificent breasts, taking one erect nipple between her lips, then the other, nibbling on them, sucking them, flicking them with her tongue. Pauline rose up and presented her own breasts, which the young woman eagerly took into her mouth, repeating the actions she had just felt performed on her own nipples. She brought her hands up to press and squeeze the soft and yielding flesh, indulging her curiosity about the feel of another woman's breasts. Pauline had anticipated this, and let the girl explore at length and satisfy her curiosity. When she sensed that point had been reached she began lowering herself, preparatory to moving down the bed and reciprocating the oral pleasure the young woman had so recently given her. "Pauline . . ." Denise spoke hesitantly. "I know it's ridiculous, but I still feel like a virgin. I want you to 'be my first.' I want you to – penetrate me." "Oh Denise, are you sure? No, never mind, I know you are sure. I didn't last night because the time was not right, but now of course everything is different. We are confirmed lovers – isn't it wonderful! Yes, dear, I will 'penetrate' you. I will be your first!" The words were incredibly warming to the young woman – and arousing. She spread her legs wide in invitation, and Pauline lowered herself between them. She did not rush. She spent a little time, but not too long, teasing the other, and then began to perform oral sex on her beautiful young lover. She did this slowly and gently, wanting to gradually but steadily let the girl's passion and arousal build. When she judged the moment was right she moistened her index finger by placing it in her mouth, then delicately slid it into the girl's vaginal opening, now well lubricated by the juices that many minutes of oral and lingual stimulation had generated. Denise gasped at the contact. Pauline pressed the finger just a little more firmly, stopping when she felt the constriction of the girl's unbroken hymen. Actually the membrane did not completely block the passage, which while unstretched in its virginal state was not excessively tight or narrow. If she were extremely gentle and cautious it was possible to not break the maidenhead and still effect entry with her single slender digit. But she knew that was not what Denise wanted, and was not the way to generate the full vaginal stimulation the girl now craved. She added her middle finger, and gently pressed the two digits the shallow distance the maidenhead allowed. Denise moaned more loudly, and Pauline could feel the girl's passion and – frustration – rise to an elevated peak. This is what she had been waiting for: Suddenly, Pauline thrust two fingers smartly but not violently past the fleshy obstruction, breaking it in the process. Denise screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure. The pain faded quickly, but the pleasure only grew as Pauline smoothly and gently slid the two fingers in-and-out the entire depth of the girl's now unobstructed vagina. So not to irritate the slight wound she withdrew the middle finger after a few moments, but left her index finger inside, to give the girl the satisfying feeling of being filled. The liquid that steadily oozed from Denise's vagina was pink now with a combination of blood and arousal. Pauline lapped some of it with her tongue, her ears ringing with the thrill generated by the experience of being the girl's "first" - and tasting the salty, musky result. Then she returned her lips and tongue to Denise's clitoris and wasted no time at bringing the young woman to a peak. So as to make sure her beautiful lover drew the full measure of pleasure from the sex act that had taken her virginity, Pauline did not drive her to orgasm immediately, twice easing the clitoral stimulation when the girl was getting close. Denise's arousal rose to a higher plateau with each such cycle, but Pauline knew there was a limit to this, and the third time the girl approached that cliff of orgasmic pleasure she did not back off, but instead increased the intensity. As she had done the night before she simultaneously slavered the bottom of her tongue over the sensitive nub while shaking her head sideways, using suction to move the clitoris and surrounding flesh back-and-forth with the larger motion. She also reinserted her middle finger alongside the other digit that had never left the girl's vagina, knowing that any minor irritation of the wound would be subsumed by the much greater arousal and passion generated by the full suite of stimulations. As she expected this combination of oral and digital attentions pushed the girl over the edge. Denise's body quivered as wave after wave of delicious orgasmic pleasure swept through her. The orgasm went on and on, and Pauline adjusted her own actions to provide just the right amount of stimulation throughout, avoiding excess intensity that would cause distraction, but maintaining enough to deliver full satisfaction It was accomplished to perfection, and Pauline silently and proudly congratulated herself for the virtuosity she knew she had displayed. But that was just a minor sub-theme of her thoughts. Mostly she was filled with happiness at having ensured that the taking of her young lover and friend's "virginity" had been a tremendously fulfilling experience for the girl. She did not remain between Denise's legs, but quickly crawled up and embraced her lover closely. The young woman had a brief cry on the other's shoulder, not for sadness by any means, but in relief and gratitude and satisfaction. Pauline reflected these emotions empathetically, and also shed a few tears of happiness for her friend. Soon they caught their breath and spent a long time looking into each other's eyes, gently stroking each other's bodies, softly laughing together in joy. Per arrangements made the night before when she had called to inform her parents of the disrupted travel plans, Denise's father arrived around noon to pick his daughter. Pauline had prepared a light lunch and the trio enjoyed the meal in the sun-drenched dining area of the chalet. The view through the windows was of a brilliant scene of winter-time forest splendor, virgin snow covering the trees and ground. Road crews had been busy though, so Denise's father experienced no difficulty making the relatively short drive from Haute Neige to Bois Blanc. The gentleman was friendly and genteel, and he expressed gratitude to Pauline for helping his daughter overcome the minor travel emergency. He was amazed that Denise had made such a close friend in such a short time, and shared her obvious happiness in this. The young woman mentioned that Pauline was a professional photographer, but he could see none of the other's work on display in the chalet. He felt sure that the elegant older woman would provide a valuable role model for the daughter he loved more than anything in the world, and was grateful for this too. For her part Pauline insisted that the pleasure of hosting his lovely young daughter was all hers, and that she looked forward to future opportunities to spend time with the girl. "Oh, yes, Pauline, we must get together again, often and soon," the younger girl declared enthusiastically. "Of course, dear. During the winter I frequently spend weekends here at the chalet, and if it is alright with you, sir," she nodded to the gentleman, "I would be very delighted have your daughter sometimes as my guest." The girl's father thought this was an excellent idea and they exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Eventually it was time to part. Denise and Pauline hugged warmly and pecked each other's cheeks. The young woman's father was again impressed and pleased at how remarkably well his daughter and this sophisticated woman had hit it off. The End * If you liked this story, please write and tell me! Comments from readers are worth their weight in gold, and are what motivate me to keep writing. In fact, whenever you see a story on this site that you especially like, do write the author and say so. Your praise is the only currency with which the writers are compensated. Love, Roxanne PS. This story is entered in the 2005 Literotica.com "Winter Holiday Story Contest," and automatically is in the monthly "Readers Choice - Lesbian" rankings. But my real reward is hearing from readers who are warmed and/or turned on by it. R.A. This story is the property of the author. 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