16 comments/ 40250 views/ 44 favorites How To Catch A Falling Star By: LaRascasse Hi Litsters, After the unexpectedly good reception for my first lesbian story earlier this year, I've decided to try my hand at writing another one. Unlike most other things I've written, this one is a quaint, tranquil romance between an older and a younger woman. I hope you like it. This story was originally planned as my entry into the Earth Day contest, but a whole lot of work drowned me back then. There are several environmental themes in it. There is a lot of story before the actual sex comes. If you came here looking for a quick stroke, you will probably end up disappointed. All characters and events in the story are fictional. A lot of credit is due to my editor, NaokoSmith, who corrects my wrong choices in verbs and wines with equal élan. Despite her busy schedule and advanced years, she sends the edited drafts back with unerring punctuality. How To Catch A Falling Star They also tried to lure him into the shadowy depths of the nation's cyber security force, but he was not interested. A job, any job, was beneath him. He could have easily paid full tuition with the money he got, but where would be the fun in that? The fun lay in scamming the already beleaguered Bank of Cyprus into making a significant donation into his account. The poor Cypriots were still looking for their money while Vikram enrolled in NYU. He went only to those classes that he gave a damn about. And he only gave a damn about classes where he could sit behind Laura Duquesne and gaze at her lovely blonde hair and tight ass. Vikram yawned again and stretched his limbs. His awakening ritual was interrupted by a phone call. Grumbling under his breath, he picked up. "You had better have a fucking good reason for calling me on a Sunday!" "I do," said Heather Franklin on the other end. "I need you to use your mad skills again." Vikram groaned loudly. His skills had brought him up on the radar of several organizations who needed access to classified information. He couldn't care less about the money, it just seemed like a fun pastime. "Go on," he said, stepping into his flip flops. "Look into a man named Herbert Townsend. He's the CEO of Chevron," Heather went on. "Go over this guy's life with a fine toothed comb. Online history, credit cards, sites he visits, everything. If he has a fetish for lubed carrots, I want to know by the end of today. It would be especially helpful if you could find something work related." Vikram shook the sleep off. His right hand went into his tousled hair and twirled the unkept mass of strands. Mentally, he evaluated the situation. "Are you asking me to hack into the servers of one of the world's largest oil companies to look for dirt on their CEO? Those servers have military grade security, a firewall bigger than the Great Wall of China and are constantly monitored by some of the best cyber security professionals in real time." "Are you saying you can't do it?" Heather asked flatly. "All I'm saying is," came the reply, "at least give me a challenge, Heather. This stuff is too easy and it gets boring after a while." "I'll expect your email by four. Your usual fee will be in your account tomorrow." The line went dead before Vikram could ask her out on a date. He cursed himself and mentally promised to do it the next time she called. The best lawyers covertly employed all sorts of fringe citizens – hackers, former gang members, forgers, ace PI's and more to get what they needed. "It's all about leverage," Heather had said once. "Get that and you have your opponent by the balls." Vikram turned on his laptop and began typing in his practised mode. "I am just a facilitator. I am a rich man's Google. What they do with the information is none of my concern." Far away, Heather Franklin prayed that he could find something she could use to save Norah. How To Catch A Falling Star Heather's hands went under Norah's knees and held them apart. Her tongue gently kissed her inner thigh, moving towards the centre in a series of agonizingly slow pecks. Each time, her lips pressed against Norah's skin and pulled on the skin. Her lips were nearing Norah's clit now. She studied the engorged mound of flesh intently before prodding it with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue darted out again, pressing against the sensitive spot. Norah emanated the sweaty aura of sex, her body writhing under the ferocious pleasure coursing through her nervous system. Heather held on and steadied Norah to keep her in line with her tongue. Slowly, she ran her tongue down along her inflamed lips. They were already wet and Heather eagerly slurped her lover's liquid arousal. Norah felt a restless need grow within her. She was sweating and every sense in her body was working at full steam. With every passing second, her vision slowly gave way to a swirl of colour. It was as if her entire body had become one large erogenous zone. She let out a guttural groan, raw, insatiable lust ruling her body. Every sensory cell within her lit up brightly, like a million fireflies fluttering within her until the glow of her arousal threatened to burst through her skin and dazzle Heather. Heather dropped one of her hands and traced out the inside of Norah's labia with a finger. She felt the fleshy warmth and pressed harder, moving her fingertip slowly. Her ministrations caused a rush of hormones through Norah's body, heating her all the way to her core. She opened her eyes wide and looked upwards. Feelings long dormant blazed through her mind in vivid flashes. Heather wanted to devour, to consume her idol. But even more than that, she wanted to love her. Norah moaned at the feeling of Heather inserting two fingers into her sopping wet depths. Heather was gentle and moved carefully until she felt Norah shudder. Her G spot lay in Heather's reach. She looked into Norah's pleading eyes and gently rubbed. Every stroke of her fingers caused a paroxysm of pleasure to course through Norah's body. She squirmed and bucked, pushing off the bed and embedding Heather's slender fingers deeper within her. Heather took the opportunity to lock her lips around Norah's clit and sucked on it. She used the underside of her tongue to massage the aching clit, before switching to a rough layer of tastebuds. Norah was already delirious with pleasure. The fingers and tongue in tandem spurred her ecstasy to hitherto unknown highs. She bucked and thrashed on the bed. Her back arched upwards, pushing Heather's fingers deeper within her. Her head rocked back and she felt the dark abyss of her pleasure hurtling closer. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to it. All her senses gave way to the inky blackness. Then suddenly, she had a feeling akin to an electric shock surging through her body. It set every neuron ablaze and made her scream. Waves of pleasure cascaded through her body, making her spasm and convulse. Her thighs locked around Heather's face, holding it in place as her orgasm erupted. She looked into an incandescent flash of colour before going black again. Her body felt limp and her weak limbs gave way as she floated back down from the euphoric high of orgasm. Even as she lay, gasping for breath, she saw Heather's sweaty smiling face clambering up to see her. Evidence of her titanic orgasm was splattered all over that young face, dripping off the corners of her smile. They kissed, tasting the unique cocktail of their sweet mutual adoration. How To Catch A Falling Star "What do you think, Heather?" Norah croaked out. The pain was actually less now, as the biting cold began to do its work. "Nature's own light show. Some would say this is how she thanks you for sticking up for her." "She's welcome," grinned Norah. She was unprotected from the elements, feeling the cold creeping into her limbs. Her extremities were already numb. "Your bank account must be nearly empty now." "I'll earn more soon enough," Heather waved it off. "This is where I should say some famous last words, right? In case somebody asks you later." "This would be the time," affirmed Heather, not betraying a shred of emotion in her tone. Norah looked thoughtful. She could barely feel anything in the cold, much less the pain. Her eyes kept looking at the green strands of light swaying across the sky. "Look at me," she began, in a disembodied voice. "Look at what you've done to me." Heather sighed. She had hoped that Norah would remain lucid, but her voice confirmed otherwise. "Look at what all of you have done to me," Norah went on. "I'm Mother Nature and I loved all of you. I gave you all you needed, but you wanted more. You took away my forests. You killed my animals. You violated me. You hurt me so much." Heather looked down pitifully. The delusional ravings would end soon when the cold did its work. Suddenly, Norah looked straight into Heather's eyes and saw the despondent expression writ large. She laughed weakly. "Your expression was priceless, Heather." Heather half-smiled back. "People say that life flashes before your eyes when you die, but I can't see anything. I'm not sad, Heather, I'm actually relieved. All of you get to die of starvation, rioting over food and nuclear war while I get to go peacefully. I'm one of the lucky ones." Norah took a breath, feeling her senses beginning to succumb to the chill. Her body, so wracked with pain before was now enveloped with a feeling of nothingness. She was not aware which parts were where any longer. "Thank you, Heather. Your mother would have been proud. Do you have anything you want me to tell her?" "Tell her that I'm sorry, that she shouldn't feel guilty." "Don't be sorry. It was a battle that you couldn't win. No one wins here, Heather. We just stay in denial until... " she coughed and cleared her throat. "Until there is no one left to fight for anymore." There was silence before Norah spoke up again, her vocal cords expending their last bits of strength. "I hope you got all of that. People are going to want to know exactly what I said." They both laughed quietly. Norah breathed again, her lungs labouring. A smile was etched onto her face even as she finally quietened. Heather listened for the sound of her breathing, but it did not come. Finally, it was over. In a sudden upwelling of reverence, Heather Franklin fell to her knees and looked closely at Norah's still face. She placed her hands above her eyelids, but stopped short of closing them. She was finally at peace, feeling a strange warmth even amidst the cold. She mourned tearlessly, as the aurora shimmered off Norah's glassy eyes.