0 comments/ 27748 views/ 1 favorites And The Truth Will Set Them Free By: 130260 (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Caroline, famished after a long day at the fine-art publishing house where she was a Commissioning Editor, finished laying out the trays of the Moroccan takeaway on the coffee table that stood in the angle between the sofa and an easy chair, just as Lorna rang the doorbell. She picked up the bottle of wine from the table and skipped to the front door. She flung it open and theatrically flinging wide her arms shouted her usual greeting, with Lorna making her customary responses with matching extravagance. "Lornsie!" "Carrie" "BIG HUG!" "BIG HUG!" "Mwah!" "Mwah!" "Mwah". They kissed cheek to cheek to cheek in best continental style. Caroline held up her wine bottle in expected triumph. "Safeways 2004." Lorna played her trump card with a wicked smirk. "Oddbins 2003." "Fix! Get inside before I slam the door on you." laughed Caroline. Lorna draped her black lace shawl over the back of a chair as she looked at Caroline admiringly. "You look fabulous in that dress Caro'. It's perfect for your figure" Caroline beamed as she preened and pirouetted. "Do you really like it Lorn? I wasn't completely sure when I bought it," she lied, smilingly, "so I thought I'd wear it tonight so you could give me your honest opinion." "Oh well, if it's honest opinions you want, you look like you're wearing a Technicolor bin liner," Lorna giggled. "Ha! You're just saying that because you're jealous," Caroline flounced and laughed, knowing full well that she looked superb in it. She was wearing a summer dress in a bright and bold pattern that perfectly showed off her generous assets without being too tight at the top. Below the slightly gathered-in waist was a wonderfully full and floaty skirt that made her lovely legs look almost endless. Caroline was well over five feet ten inches without her high heels and her gorgeously curvacious body and superb legs made maximum use of every inch. Men flocked to her because not only was she beautiful, she knew she was beautiful and was comfortable with her beauty, even though a little part of her remained always sad that the very spectacular beauty of her body itself had ended her dream of being a ballerina. Caroline's eyes fixed on Lorna's very stylish and sexy black velvety plush high heels. "Oh Lorn' I love your shoes, Cinderella in High Heels. I wish I had tiny sexy feet like yours." "You'd never stop falling over My Dear," Lorna giggled as she gave her best friend an affectionate hug. Just under five feet three inches and with a classic ballerina body, Lorna seemed a not yet fully-grown adolescent girl next to Caroline, her head resting on her friend's décolletage as they hugged. Although bewitchingly beautiful and with a tempestuous personality that excited and challenged men in droves, she struggled with a poor self-image and was only really happy with herself when she was dancing or in her ballet classes, dressed in a tutu or a leotard with tights and wearing her white satin ballet shoes on her lovely little feet. Having had hardly any lunch during a demanding day at the law firm where she had just become the youngest woman partner in its history, she hungrily surveyed the evening's offerings on the table. "Moroccan. Fantastic, I love that lamb and apricot tajine. And what's this?" She picked up the video cassette box, "'Trapped in Her Pleasure Dungeon -- He gets more than a hangover when she offers him a drink.' Date rape in reverse, eh?. Should be fun." They shared out the takeaway and charged their glasses for the first of several times and settled down for the evening's entertainment, which proceeded with an unbroken accompaniment of cogent and insightful analysis along the lines of, "Don't let him touch you there, ASSERT YOURSELF WOMAN! Show the little runt who's boss," this from Lorna. "Get it out. Get it out now." Caroline tried to stand up for the underdog, but was disappointed by the result of her efforts. "Put it back. Put it back." They cheered as she tightened the dog collar around his neck and tied the lead to the bedpost before picking up the whip. "A damn good thrashing. That's what they all need," Lorna opined approvingly through a mouthful of tajine. "How I wish I was her, with that ubercreep Howard Prentiss tied to the bed. Do you know, he came up to me after my first partners' lunch and casually suggested that we go away for a 'weekend conference.' He's been trying to get his hands up my blouse since the day I joined Pownalls, and my skirt," she added through another mouthful. "The trouble is, he'd probably enjoy whatever you did to him," Caroline commiserated. "Oh that's brilliant. Well done girl." She gave her exposition as his bound body squirmed and wrenched in his efforts to reach the high heels that had been placed by his captor on the bed just out of reach of his cord-constrained hands. "That's why she asked him in the wine bar if he liked her shoes. He's going crazy now." "It's good fun to really frustrate a guy sometimes. Like you know he wants to be completely naked when he's tied up so you make him wear a thong or a g-string and you do it up on him as tight as it will go so it really digs into him up his arse and all around his balls." Caroline warmed to Lorna's theme. "Or you know he's a tit man so you put a gag on him and then rub your cleavage up and down his face." "Is Johnny an arse, tit or leg man?" "Probably a leg man judging by all the stockings and suspenders sets he keeps giving me, although it may just be an easy present for him to get for me because he's too lazy to think of anything else." "I think Justin would have had to be a combination of all three to get any satisfaction from me." Lorna's downcast expression provoked a sisterly shake of the head from Caroline. "Why do you always get so down on yourself, Lorn'? You're so beautiful it's sickening. You could be a better Audrey Hepburn than Audrey Hepburn. The phrase 'Elfinly and gaminely pretty' could have been invented for you." "I'd still like to have a bit of your Jayne Mansfield to even things up a bit", Lorna replied glumly. "And the trouble with watching porn is I feel so bloody horny afterwards. Oh why was I such a bitch to Justin? Where is he when I need him? What am I going to do now, Caro'? Caroline patted Lorna's knee consolingly. "We need to get your mind onto something else My Girl. It's time you attempted The Challenge." "Are you sure it's my turn?" Lorna looked at her suspiciously. "Yes I am and I'm more sober than you so get on with it." Caroline picked up a sheet of paper previously concealed and clicked on a pen in readiness. To pass The Challenge, Lorna had to remember, in alphabetical order, the names of all twenty-two of the girls who were in their class on their first day at ballet school and drink a miniature of her choice for every name she forgot or misplaced. Fortunately for her liver, she was in top form, intoning the names in her high, piping, clear-as-a-bell soprano with her perfect diction and Oxford English RP accent. "Let's see, There was Lindsey Adams; that lovely Japanese girl Michiko Ayanuma; Alessandria Bertorelli; Abigail Dale-Hunt; Sarah Danby, "Little Sarah"; Vivienne Drew; Saskia Earle; Emma Garland and Gemma Garwood, 'Em and Gem'; Cheryl Greenwood." Lorna stopped for a moment as they remembered their friend who had died of leukaemia at seventeen. Then she smiled and continued. "The one and only Caroline Knight," Caroline bowed theatrically, "Gaynor Linford; not forgetting Moi of course, Lorna MacAllister; Marietta MacIntyre; Sarah O'Connor, "Big Sarah", she grew to six feet by the time she was 18; Gayle Simpson; the Greek twins, Hera and Laodicia Stefaniades; Lorraine Taylor; Alysha Woodville; Imogen Yardley and, last but not least, Miranda Young." Lorna drained her glass in triumph and promptly refilled it. "You've been cramming, you sneaky cow," laughed Caroline in mock outrage. "But of course," giggled Lorna. "The funny thing was, we called Marietta MacIntyre 'Naughty Marietta' when she was the biggest Goody Toe Shoes out of all of us. I always used to hate it that she was always next to me in the register. It was like 'Lorna MacAllister?', 'Yessmiss!', 'Marietta MacIntyre?', 'Yeess Miiiisss' -- simper, simper." Her lip curled in disgust. "I never understood why they bothered with a register when we all boarded," Caroline digressed. "It's not as if we were in danger of disappearing through a black hole while we were walking the few dozen yards from our dorm to class. She wasn't all that bad though. She didn't grass on any of us after we tied her to her bed and stuffed one of her ballet shoes in her mouth that night. I liked her a lot better after that." "Fuck, did we all get into trouble for that. I really thought at one point they were going to expel the lot of us. They probably only didn't because they knew they'd be bankrupt in a week if they did." Lorna still shuddered at the memory. "Yeah, she was OK after all. We had a really good laugh about it at the last reunion. Michiko was the only one of us who really made it as a dancer. She's Prima Ballerina with the Kyoto now. She was like a fairy she was so tiny. Even I looked like a carthorse next to her." "You would have made it too if you hadn't given up when you did. I would have loved to have had the chance that you turned down." Caroline couldn't completely keep her voice clear of a reproachful note. "Cheryl would have too, if she'd lived. I felt so guilty and so bad for you when they told you that you had the wrong shape for professional dance. You were so graceful and so much better at portraying character than I was. I cried so much when you did Giselle, especially when you had become a Wili and danced that lovely pas-de-deux with Laurie as Prince Albrecht. "You and Gary danced it better." Caroline rebuffed her with gentle modesty. Then noticed that Lorna suddenly looked anxious and uncomfortable at the mention of his name. "I've got something to tell you about Gary and me." Lorna took a deep breath before continuing. "We had a relationship for six months before he joined that foreign touring company and he ditched me. I gave him my virginity. I gave him All of Me and he broke my heart." Tears ran down her face even though she remained composed while Caroline held her close, hardly able to believe what her friend had just told her. "But we were only seventeen when he joined that company. We were still at school. You never told me anything about this. How did you keep it a secret from everyone?" "I told so many lies to everyone to hide that I was meeting him to sleep with him. I never told anyone until I told Uncle Robert and Aunt Amanda last week*. I was too scared and too proud to tell anyone until then. I gave up ballet and became a lawyer because I was frightened of meeting him again professionally and wanting to be involved with him again. I've screwed up all my relationships since then by trying to control everybody to avoid being hurt again. It's taken me until now to realise that and finally sort myself out. So now you know. You're my best friend and I never even told you. I'm so sorry." "It's alright My Dear, it's alright. I've forgiven you already. Don't cry. It's OK." Caroline was all gentleness around Lorna as she cried in earnest now. After a good weep and another big hug she felt better but still unsatisfied. I'm still missing Justin, Caro'. Now what will I do?" Caroline threw the latest 'Cosmo' in her direction. She looked at it aghast. "What are you thinking of, Girl? This'll make me worse." "If you can't not think about sex you might as well think about alternative methods." Lorna thumbed the pages agitatedly. "Oh not another bloody article on deep throating. It's all you can ever read about nowadays. It's like 'Excuse me, what is this hole between my legs for?" "Oral is the new anal," Caroline philosophised as she parried Lorna's attempted playful slap. "Why don't we have a go? We need something to channel your urges into." She fetched a pair of cucumbers and a packet of flavoured condoms while Lorna studied the article dubiously. "'The key to successful deep throating is suppressing the gagging reflex as the penis comes into contact with your throat. This can be achieved by taking deep breaths whenever the feeling starts.' It sounds like you need to have advanced level yoga to do this." "I wonder if it's slightly easier if he's Jewish?" Caroline mused. "Careful now. You do realise I'm technically Jewish." Lorna smiled in mock admonishment. "What do you mean?" Caroline laughed at her indulgently. "My Mum's maiden name is Levinson but her family have been secular for generations so it never crossed her mind to bring me or my brothers up as Jews. She wouldn't have known the first thing about it if it had." "Choose a flavour then." Caroline was unperturbed as she handed Lorna the packet and an impossibly large-looking cucumber. "Passion fruit and raspberry sounds about right." Lorna rolled it onto her cucumber while Caroline went for cherry and kirsch. "Do I put the tit end or the knob end into my mouth?" she asked. "The latter I presume," Caroline opined. Looking into a mirror as they squatted on their knees next to each other on the carpet, they negotiated the blunt ends of their cucumbers into their mouths and slowly fed them in. Lorna stopped as she felt the first onset of the retching impulse and took several deep breaths. Emboldened by her success in driving down the desire to gag, she resumed and was elated to see another couple of inches slide past her poppy red rosebud lips. She continued her deep breathing as she felt the head of the cucumber resting on the back of her tongue, closed her eyes and pushed it further back until it was right in the top of her throat opening. She closed her eyes and heard her breath like steam through pistons as she imagined her mouth and lips enveloping around warm, quivering erectile flesh. Caroline had made similar progress and they both held their organically grown sex toys with one hand and with their other hand reached up their skirts and slipped their hands inside their pants to enjoy the spreading warm dampness within. Their muffled sighs and moans of pleasure gathered volume, pace and intensity as they pleasured themselves in rhythm with their virtuoso cucumber work until they reached orgasm together with throaty gagging cries. They carefully extracted their cucumbers before collapsing back onto the floor in semi-dazed delight. Lorna could just about smile at Caroline through her still laboured breathing. "I've really got going now. What shall we do next?" "Do you fancy a bit of girl-on-girl action?" Caroline's expression and voice had an eager edge. Lorna wondered about it for a second and then grinned as a frisson of excitement shot through her at the thought of it. "OK. What do you want to do? I'm really not sure how to go about it." "Why don't we feel each other's breasts first and see how much we like it," Caroline suggested gleefully. She stood up, looking glorious in her colourful strappy summer dress which showed her gorgeous hourglass figure and superb legs to perfection. She reached behind to unzip herself and pulled it off over her head in one fluidly graceful movement to stand before Lorna in her green satin bra and pants and white high-heeled slingbacks. Her fabulous dark copper coloured hair cascaded down in waves to her shoulders and beyond and her bewitching turquoise eyes shone with pleasure and excitement. Lorna, emboldened and wanting to trump her friend's performance, slowly pulled down the zip of her classic black Coco Chanel little black dress that caressed her ballerina body, pushed the straps from her shoulders and let it slide down to the floor before sexily stepping out of it. Her lithe and girlishly slender body was displayed to full advantage by her black lace bra, satin pants, stockings and suspenders and black velvet-plush high heels. Her underwear was the perfect accompaniment to her dark hair piled up on her head, her heart-meltingly-beautiful dark eyes and her pale skin, flawless apart from a small circular brown birthmark on the inside of her left calf. They appraised one another with pleasure for a moment and came closer. Caroline's eyes shone as she beheld Lorna's perfect little breasts snuggled roundly in their nest of black lace. Lorna looked a little enviously but with equal delight at Caroline's ample bosoms, with their light honey-coloured skin strewn with a brown sugar speckling of freckles, which almost seemed dammed up behind the shiny green fastness of her cups. Lorna tried to enjoy herself but got little stimulation from Caroline's gentle caresses through her bra. "It's not working for me like this. Come on Caro', let's go topless." She unclasped her bra and almost shook her little bobbing breasts free of it in her eagerness. She had taken Caroline's ample assets for granted after years of sharing hotel rooms and changing rooms with her. But in this new and excitingly unfamiliar context she couldn't help exclaiming "Wow!" when she saw the results of Caroline's response to her lead. "I never appreciated how beautiful your breasts are, Caro'. They are truly gorgeous." Caroline beamed as she took Lorna's hands and placed them on the undersides of her buoyant hemispheres that seemed to float on top of Lorna's palms as she began to feel them admiringly. Her swollen nipples islanded within the midst of her blushing areolas looked like cherry halves resting on pink saucers. Lorna was amazed by the excitement she was beginning to feel swelling inside her and tingling and welling warmly and wetly within her pants. Then she gasped with pleasure and closed her eyes as Caroline's warm and sensitive fingers began to gently stroke her breasts. "Mmmm, you're so good at this," she murmured. "You have the most lovely little breasts I've ever seen," Caroline half-whispered, "mine are like great lumps of marshmallow compared with yours. It must feel lovely for you when a man is cupping them in his hands while he's kissing you." Turned on even more by the delightful suggestion planted in her mind, Lorna pushed herself up to Caroline and they gasped in delight together as Caroline pressed Lorna's breasts on to hers and their throbbingly pouting nipples rubbed together. "Oooh, that feels soooh lovely", Lorna groaned with pleasure. Caroline cupped Lorna's pert little bottom cheeks in her palms to pull her even closer and Lorna clenched fistfuls of Caroline's gorgeous red hair as they began to kiss open mouthed, Lorna's sweet little rosebud enveloped in Caroline's generous and smiley scarlet melon slice. Their hearts pounded and their soft sighs and moans, Lorna's anxiously questing soprano and Caroline's languidly contended mezzo, mingled harmoniously, as they became ever warmer and damper together. Lorna felt Caroline's fingers begin to slip inside her pants and she pulled away in surprise and confusion, the spell suddenly broken. "Hang on Caro', we didn't talk about touching each other there." The effect on Caroline was dramatic and distressing for Lorna to behold as she watched her friend put her hands up over her face and begin to sob convulsively. "Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Lorna I'm so sorry. I feel so guilty for doing this to you. Please forgive me Lorna, please. I'll die if you don't." Unable to comprehend what was happening, Lorna's first thought was to comfort her friend. "It's all right Caro'. Caro' it's OK. Hey, don't cry. Don't cry My Dear. Don't worry." Lorna put her her arm around Caroline's quivering body and squeezed her hand encouragingly as she led her over to the sofa and sat down with her. She slipped off her high heels and used her very flexible toes through her stockings to push Caroline's slingbacks off her feet. They snuggled together on the sofa with Caroline in just her pants and Lorna in her pants and stockings. As Lorna cuddled protectively up to Caroline she seemed to stretch her butterfly ballet girl body to enfold all of Caroline's Venusian voluptuousness within her compassion. When Caroline's weeping had abated a little, Lorna decided it was time to get to the bottom of the mystery. And The Truth Will Set Them Free "What's wrong My Dear? I didn't mean to make you cry. It's just that you took me be surprise. It would have been fine if we'd talked about doing that before we started. Why are you so upset? And what did you do to me that's making you feel guilty? I don't understand." Caroline managed to look at Lorna, with an expression that cut her to the heart when she saw it, and began her explanation, punctuated with little sobs and sniffs. "Like you Lorn', I've been struggling with a secret for a long time and not had the courage to deal with it. But now I've decided to stop being dishonest with myself and with everyone else. You see Lorn', I've decided to accept the fact that I'm bisexual and to give it it's proper place in who I am. I like men and I enjoy sex with men. I wouldn't be without Johnny for all the world. But my deepest feelings have always been for other women. And the deepest feelings I've always had are the feelings I've always had for you, Lorna. I love you Lorna. I've always loved you." She looked deeply into Lorna's eyes, which were clouded in confusion as she stared open mouthed at what she was hearing. She decided to press on while Lorna was still unable to do anything other than listen. "The first time I saw you at our first ballet class on our first day at Alumhurst I knew I had special feelings for you. Remember how we all stood in our lines in our little pink leotards, with our skinny little legs in our little white ankle socks and ballet slippers, our hair pinned up in neat little ballet buns, shivering with nerves and our faces all screwed up with concentration because we didn't want to make a mistake and look stupid in front of everyone else? I'll never forget how you winked at me and I smiled back and everything felt so much better because I knew right then that we would be friends. "You've been my best friend ever since and I'm so sorry I've deceived you all these years and I'm sorry I deceived you tonight. When you told me that you'd broken up with Justin I had this totally harebrained idea that if I told you the truth and that I loved you, you would love me too. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, Lorn'. Things just happened and I went with the flow and I hoped you'd like it too. Please forgive me." A few seconds went by before Lorna could stand up to speak. "We were eleven years old when we started at Alumhurst. We shared a dormitory until we were eighteen. We slept over at each other's houses during school holidays. You crashed in my room in Peterhouse and I crashed in yours at Sidney Sussex. We've shared hotel rooms and changing rooms and powder rooms all over the world. I've shared everything with you Caro'. How could you have kept this from me all these years!" Lorna's outrage was more than answered by Caroline's. "And how can you sit there and have the nerve to say to me that you told me everything when you kept your affair with Gary secret until a few minutes ago? Until you told me that little snippet of information, I'd been struggling ever since we were seventeen to understand why you suddenly started being a complete bitch to me again and again over nothing. I've lost count of the number of times you've cried on my shoulder asking me to forgive you and I've made up with you. If only you had told me about it I would have done anything to help you. I would have sat with you, listened to you, hugged you and cried with you, for however long it took. But you kept it to yourself and made me suffer for it instead. "And you took it out on all your boyfriends too. OK some of them were creeps and deserved to have you to treat them like shit. But Justin was a really super guy and you were wicked to make him suffer so much for what some other guy did to you more than ten years ago and never know why you treated him that way. I just hope you at least have the guts to write and explain and apologise to him. He didn't deserve it any more than I did. But I still forgave you. How can you be so cruel to me now?" Caroline collapsed into tears again and Lorna hung her head and was cut to the heart with shame. She flung herself over Caroline curled up in her grief on the sofa and covered her neck with her own tears of remorse as she covered her head with desperate kisses. "Caro', I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I've been so selfish. I don't deserve you Caro'. Please be my friend still. I need you so much. Please forgive me Caro'. I'll never let you down again. I promise. Please say it's alright." Lorna gave a great cry of agonised relief as Caroline grasped her to herself and they kissed and stroked each other's faces as their tears and sobs mingled for a while and gradually diminished as they emerged from the storm to the place of calm and safety, their friendship tempered and renewed. Lorna took Caroline's hand in hers and looked into her eyes with all affection. "Caro', I want you to understand that I can never respond to you as a lover, but as your best friend I would do anything for you and tonight I want to make love with you, just this once, to say thank you for being the best and most wonderful friend a girl could ever wish for. The only thing I ask is please don't fuck me with a strap-on. I want you to make love to me as a woman does, not like a man. Will you go to bed with me with that understanding? Caroline looked at her with wonder and amazement and new respect for her friend. "I don't know what to say. I'm so grateful that you want to give me something so precious." "Come to me, My Dear." Lorna beamed at Caroline and held open her arms to her. Caroline eased into her embrace and they began to kiss. Lorna may have missed the exciting and mysterious otherness of a man but she found herself delighting in the gentleness and sensitivity and intrinsic female understanding of Caroline's soft touch on her body. They held hands as they went and knelt on Caroline's bed. "Would you like to let down my hair first?" Lorna gave Caroline a bewitching smile. With her heart swelling with the supreme joy and anticipation of long-suppressed desire on the point of being realised, Caroline knelt behind Lorna and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. She carefully unpinned the black bun on top of Lorna's head and sighed with delight as the dark curtain of her hair tumbled down to her shoulders. Caroline encircled Lorna with her loving arms to take her breasts as she kissed the back of her neck through her hair. Lorna gasped with surprised pleasure at Caroline's first loving touch on her trembling flesh. Caroline lay down and Lorna pulled off her satin pants and then lay back in deep-breathing anticipatory pleasure. Caroline, now supremely lovely in her nakedness, unclipped each of Lorna's black silk stockings from her lacy suspender belt and slowly unrolled them down the length of her girlishly slim legs. She undid and slid the belt from her waist, slender and without a gram of fat, and finally pulled off her black satin pants. All the time and with deep sighs of profound pleasure she kissed and nuzzled Lorna in her sensitive and intimate places as she squirmed and mewed and purred like a kitten in her total delight. With Lorna now lying on her back naked in her gaminely girlish loveliness, Caroline lay next to her and after a few minutes of kissing her while stroking her breasts she smoothed her hand down her taut abdomen and began to circle her mound. Lorna liked to shave herself there every month -- her Nice Time of the Month -- and was mid way to her next appointment with the Ladyshave. Caroline loved the short woolly feel of Lorna's re-growing pubic hair, but Lorna started to get tense. "I'm sorry Caro' it's a bit trickier for me to feel comfortable with this bit just yet. Is there another way you can give me some really nice stimulation?" Caroline smiled as an idea came to her. She went to her wardrobe and came back with one of her ballet shoes, a lovely soft-pink satin pointe shoe with ribbons curling towards the floor. Her ballet shoes were specially made for her long, handsome, feet, with her broad toes tapering in a sweeping curve to her narrow ankles. Lorna's little white ballet shoes for her dainty little feet were tiny in comparison. She lay down next to Lorna again, placed the ballet shoe satin side down lengthways along Lorna's wide open slot and began to rub it up and down her. Lorna gasped and moaned with excitement as the wonderful feeling of smooth satin sliding over her clitoris and her labia seemed to her to swirl through her body. As she got more and more wet in her mounting excitement, Caroline began to tease open her inner labia with the ballet shoe's hard satiny tip and gradually pushed it into her vagina. More and more of the pale pink satin turned dark as it soaked up more and more of Lorna's juices as Caroline skilfully worked the shoe inside her. With Lorna's elfin body panting like a heavyweight weightlifter and her groaning becoming hoarse in her passion, Caroline extracted her ballet shoe, slid her middle three fingers of her right hand deep into Lorna's vulva, instinctively found her sweet spot and brought her to orgasm. Lorna screamed three times and then gave a long shuddering moan of fulfilment. Her pelvic muscles, kept in perfect condition by her years of ballet training, clamped hard on Caroline's fingers in their involuntary glee. She relaxed for Caroline to extract her fingers and while Caroline dipped her tongue into her to taste her, she bent her body round to take Caroline's hand and taste herself on her fingers. Her passion re-ignited, she slid her slender arms around Caroline's ample waist to draw her on top of her, her lean, slight frame almost enveloped in Caroline's Amazonian curvaciousness.. They kissed deeply with muffled mezzo and soprano sounding harmoniously in their throats in praise of each other. As Caroline slid herself slickly over Lorna and Lorna ground herself into Caroline in rhythmic response, the excitement in their loins welled up again and suffused their whole bodies. Lorna grasped Caroline's glorious bottom, which always looked stunning when she wore her leotard, in both hands. Then she took fistfuls of Caroline's hair as she wrapped her slender legs around her waist. Using the fabulous flexibility of her ballet-trained legs, she first massaged the tops of Caroline's statuesque legs and then, employing all her turnout she bent her legs to place the soles of her feet on Caroline's gorgeously soft buttocks. Lorna pushed down on Caroline's bottom and massaged her buttocks with a rhythmic bicycling movement. Caroline moaned and gasped in her excitement and then Lorna felt the spreading slick of Caroline's fulfilment spreading across her groin just before she screamed out her second orgasm. Their passion ebbed slowly as they held and stroked each other tenderly. Lorna's dark eyes shone with ecstasy as she returned the loving look of Caroline's turquoise gaze. She picked up Caroline's ballet shoe, the pretty pink satin now darkened and sodden, and clutched it to her tiny cleavage. "I'm sorry I ruined your pointe shoe," she giggled. "They were going flat already," Caroline smiled. "I'm waiting for my new pair from Laszlo's to arrive. Will you bring yours over when I try them out?" "I'd love that," Lorna beamed. She lifted her hand to stroke the hair edging Caroline's serenely beautiful face. "I want to give you another lovely orgasm too, Caro'. Just tell me what you want me to do." They knelt in front of each other on the bed. Caroline loved being stimulated by having her breasts fondled. So as she squatted on her knees in her earth-mother goddess loveliness with her arms around Lorna's neck, Lorna stroked and fondled and caressed and kissed and sucked and squeezed and kneaded her gorgeous soft mounds and she trembled more and more in her blossoming excitement. With her whole body tingling and throbbing, Caroline reached down between her legs and opened herself up. Meanwhile, Lorna picked up her dildo on the bed next to her and, grasping the handle firmly with both hands, held it up at the right height and angle for Caroline to easily slide herself onto it and take it's whole length into her thoroughly prepared vagina. Lorna gasped and grunted along with Caroline to encourage her as, with a deep circular rhythm that undulated through her whole body, she pumped herself on her dildo, on each down stroke clenching it with her pelvic muscles as hard as she could. She edged a couple of times to prolong her pleasure while Lorna clung on to the handle as if her life depended on it as it became more and more slippery with Caroline's juices running down the length of the dildo onto where she was grasping it. Finally Caroline surrendered to the overwhelming sensory assault on her body, stopped suddenly in mid stroke, threw back her head and let out a single long cry that gradually tailed off into a whisper of pure joy. Her head collapsed forward onto Lorna's shoulder and Lorna felt wonderful inside as she felt her friend's tears of deep joy and gratitude on her cheek. "Don't go home tonight, Lorna. Please stay with me, just this one night." Caroline's voice was gently pleading. Lorna held her close. "Of course I'll stay. I'll do anything for you My Dear." They got into the shower together and had a wonderful giggly time washing each other all over with a soft sponge soaked in fragrant shower gel and then playing the shower head at full power on each other's breasts, bottoms and vaginas. With Lorna's super-ticklish shrieks easily surpassing Caroline's gleeful yelps. Then they kissed each other again and again all over as they dried each other's smoothly shining bodies and water-tangled ribbons of raven and red hair. As their bodies glowed clean and warm on the outside, they glowed inwardly in celebration of all they had always felt for each other and of its renewal and enhancement by all they had shared and experienced that evening. For Lorna, the satisfying and comforting pleasure of lying down to sleep next to the man she had just made love with, was on this occasion, amply matched by the pleasure and satisfaction of lying down next to her dearest friend, with whom she had just shared the most wonderfully intimate experience she could have never before imagined, even in her dreams. Caroline, exhausted emotionally and physically and lulled by her profound feeling of blessed fulfilment, fell into a deep and blissful sleep almost immediately after sharing a last passionate goodnight kiss with Lorna. But Lorna lay awake for a long time. She enjoyed the mingling of her sweet and fruity perfume with Caroline's warm and spicy scent. She felt comforted by the feel of Caroline's beautifully sculpted arm lying across her waist just below her breasts and of her breath, gently sighing, falling with a warm caress on her neck. She smiled as she stroked the long sweep of Caroline's lovely red hair in gratitude to her for giving her far more than physical pleasure. Caroline had given her forgiveness, constancy and understanding and, even after Lorna had so deeply hurt her, been prepared to trust her again and make herself as vulnerable to her as it was possible for her to be. She realised that Truth had been the key that had unlocked all of this blessing to her. "I'll never keep secrets from you again, My Dear. I love you so much." She whispered it to her dearest and best friend smiling in her dreams and kissed her a final time before laying down to sleep warm and safe beside her." *See 'What the Catalogue Doesn't Tell."