4 comments/ 8655 views/ 17 favorites Love Won't Die By: wistfall1 Chapter 1 Alba and I were considered best friends. We often went out together to our favorite club, The Honey Lounge, a strictly lesbian club as the name may indicate, at least to us lesbians. We weren't a couple, but we did share a small house; we were strictly platonic. That said, she suggested a pact that if one of us hooked up with another girl, we'd either go to the other girl's place, or if we both got lucky, we'd have a previously arranged signal to let the other know if the house would be used. The only problem, for me at least, was that I just didn't hook up. I wasn't really in the game. That never happened, though Alba did occasionally wind up at a femme's house. Alba was a catch for just about anyone, and she did hook up at regular intervals, at least enough to satisfy her, and per our arrangement, she always wound up at the lucky girl's place. She chided me some, but wasn't intrusive. She was cool with how I seemed to be. True, we had what I guess might be called a strange arrangement but it was working. Alba was a rare person, and a friend such as I l hadn't had in the past. It went back to how we met, and even before that, what I considered the odd life Alba had early on. Not long after we met she told me a little about some early experiences. "I was just past my twelfth birthday. At the time, we were Catholic, though my father hadn't gone to church in a long time. I don't even remember him going with us, only my mother and two brothers. Why my father didn't go, I wasn't sure, but Mom made sure the rest of us went, had us go to confession the previous day, and took communion on Sunday. You know about communion, right?" "Uh-huh. Is it different for Catholics, do you think? " I asked, not knowing the first thing about Catholicism. "Yes, but that's not important. What I want to tell you is about Father Delaney. He wasn't an old guy as many were, and he was sort of handsome, and very friendly. All the kids liked to hang around him, and he seemed to encourage it. Anyway, we had this playground sort of behind the church, and inside, there was a gym with a basketball court, and one outside too for when the gym was closed. "I'd not shown any interest in boys, I wonder why," she said with an innocent sideways grin. "Father Delaney" she went on, "must have noticed it and asked me about it. I told him I didn't know why, I just wasn't interested. He turned on his huge, all encompassing smile, and told me that I could be his girl then until I had a boyfriend, and he gave me a friendly sideways hug on the shoulder. "Not thinking anything about it, I smiled, actually pretty pleased with myself at his having shown me this bit of what I thought was special attention. Boy, I was soon enough to find out just how special his attention was meant to be, at least in part. Whenever he'd see me he'd always asked: 'How's my girl today?'. That gave me a warm feeling. It's nice to think someone thinks well of you, sort of special like you know. Anyway, keep in mind that I was only twelve, okay." I nodded and waited for her to go on. She did. "A few months later, he saw me and called me. He was at the door to where they lived, and not thinking anything of it, I went and he invited me in. He asked how I was, then gave me a lopsided grin and asked if I had a boy friend yet. Naturally I told him no for, as you know, boys just didn't do anything for me, not then, and not ever. "Still feeling at ease with him, I smiled shyly, and he told me that I was still his girl then, and gave me a small hug and kissed my forehead. Innocent enough, huh?" she looked at me with a sardonic look and a rolling of her eyes. I grinned too, but pretty much thought I knew some of what was to follow. I was mostly right. "Well that was it, but I didn't know it yet. 'Yeah, you're my girl, Alba, and a very pretty one at that.' Wow! That nearly made my day, but then he kissed me on the mouth, and I mean kissed me, pressing me against the wall. I was in shock, not to mention completely confused. I had no idea what was going on, or why, or what I was supposed to think. My mind was a jumble, I tell you. "It got worse. I was trying instinctively to turn away from him, but he didn't let me until one of his hands went for my breast that had already popped out real good, and just as quickly it went to try to undo my jeans. That's when I really must have panicked. He had to back away a little though he kept kissing me, but he was so busy trying to get his way with me that he gave me some space, lucky me. "My head down, and desperate as could be, I must have looked at his feet cause the next think I knew I'd lifted my foot and smashed it down on his instep. I must have got him good cause he howled loudly and danced away on one foot. Being turned loose, and scared like hell, as fast as I could, I ran out of there and didn't stop running until I was home." "God, Alba, what did you do then?" I dumbly asked. "Do? Nothing, I guess. I went to my bedroom and was scared shitless. I mean, I was really shook up, and my mind was flying with all kinds of insane thoughts that didn't make any sense, and I stayed that way. Mom asked me what was wrong when I couldn't eat, but I just told her I wasn't feeling well, and asked to be excused. My mind didn't give me any rest." "At school, I didn't have any luck, and the teacher wouldn't let me off the hook. She was a real sweetheart, and when she felt something had to be wrong, she pulled it out of me. To make a long story short, she had my parents in and told them what I'd said. Dad went berserk! Before he called the cops, he'd gone and punched out Father Delaney. He was so mad that if Father Albert hadn't stopped him, he might have killed him. Needless to say, Father Delaney was quickly transferred out. They said he needed special hospital care, but as everyone knows now, they just moved him to someplace else and hushed it all up. Ain't that a bitch?" she ended it. I could tell that she had gotten lost in the old feelings as she told it to me, and I wondered what I could do, should do, to help her out of it. It was a dumb thing to say, but it worked. "No, it ain't a bitch," I said with a small smile. "Some bitches are kind of sweet, ain't they?" I said, my smile turning into a grin and I hoped for the best. It was okay. "Yeah, Polly, some are, aren't they? Shame on me for mixing them up with that bastard." "All of those bastards," I said emphatically, and making a face to back it up. "Uh-huh, all of 'em. Pricks!" She'd gotten past it, and the old Alba that I knew was back from the captivity of her bad memories. * * * * Thereafter Alba found out that we had a similar connection, that being how our religious life affected us. I hadn't had the awful one time experience that Alba had that was so traumatic. No, mine was more of an ongoing thing, most likely as so many others probably had too. It was religion being hammered into me, and me not aware of it; the rights and wrongs, the dos and don'ts, the hellfire and brimstone stuff. Before I knew it, it was in me like a time bomb waiting for me to fuck up enough, to defy it in the most probable way possible before it set me off into a world of darkness. It almost got me, but not quite. Too long after I realized that I was the poster girl for neurotics anonymous, and a trip to the depths of La-la-land, it was in me like a gene gone wild; mutated and finally ready to shatter my life just like a growing cancer. I had my own brand of bastards, and they weren't stealthy either, but I didn't know it until it was almost too late. Well, maybe they were stealthy then. Yeah, they had to be. Unlike Alba's father, mine, as well as my mother, were big Jesus freaks. When the preacher blasted homosexuality, and left off to give the congregation their opportunity to punctuate his condemnation of them, my father's voice was at the forefront of those letting out with the 'Amens' along with just about all other males, the women nodding their heads in righteous indignation. I almost didn't have a chance, but it was some years before I honestly knew it. Back then I was just about brainwashed, resolving in my mind that I would forever be on guard against any such abominations, and avoid them like the plague. That mind set just about did me in. Loving other women wasn't something I set out to do, and when it happened, the bomb nearly went off in me. That love was slow in revealing itself to me, maybe because my whole being had been set against it for all those early years. When I did admit in a round about way that I did find other girls attractive, I told myself a little white lie, as they're called. Many women are attractive because it was God's way of making them noticed by men so that they could come together, marry, and procreate. Well, part of it is true, but just not for everyone. I didn't allow myself to delve into that part of me—my thought processes shut that down so that I didn't consciously notice it. But that was a time bomb in me too, and therein was the confusion, the contradiction, that in time I wouldn't be able to avoid. Oh, I held out for a long, long time, to be sure. And as I did, I kept increasingly noticing other women, girls, that is, and it started before puberty. Something in me knew that I had to hide those erroneous thoughts and growing feelings, so I buried myself in everything I could which mostly turned out to be school studies. I did exceptionally well in those. Maybe too well, then again, maybe not. It started to come to a head when I became friends with Kayla. Insofar as being at the top of our classes, we were right there together, she nearly being the Valedictorian and earning the second spot; I was third. The damnable thing was that Kayla was more than good looking, she was stunning, or so I thought at the time. According to her, so was I. Like Alba, my breasts, and everything else, blossomed like well cared for roses. I even took to wearing glasses to appear more aloof so that everyone thought I was a stick-in-the-mud and only interested in my books. The guys left me alone, but not in their minds, or their eyes. It was the same with Kayla, but she never wore glasses. No, Kayla relished being ogled, and not just by boys. She enjoyed other girls looking at her, but they looked at her in envy, at least as far as I knew, or thought I knew. Later I would wonder if that was true, but I never would know for sure. There was no clique, though many of the other girls tried to be friendly enough to be accepted by us—by Kayla, really. She'd smile that phony smile she had, then let them know by her ignoring them that she wasn't interested in their admiration in any way. Was she narcissistic? That was a good possibility. I noticed all of that, but I also noticed that for whatever reason, she genuinely liked me. Me? The longer we were together as seemingly inseparable friends, the more my inner confusion grew—I was more than falling under her spell, I was feeling strange things within myself that I refused to give purchase to. I began to dream about her, to think of being with her too much. When it was time to graduate, I knew I was dreading being parted from her. "Hey, what are you going to do this summer?" she asked before graduation day. "Look into which college I want to go to, I guess." There wasn't enough money to go wherever I might think I wanted to, and I never thought that way, just to go to college and make something of myself so I wouldn't be a burden on my parents for my whole life. I was the oldest of three. "Me, I'm going to loaf before I head out. You know, enjoy the summer before I get back to the grind," she said. She could readily do that, her parents being well off, if not quite rich. They were going to take a trip overseas and visit a few places they wanted see, and maybe some they'd already seen, sort of rekindle their early love. That was nice, I thought, and wished my parents could do that. They'd never taken a trip as far as I knew, not even locally. They were happy as they were. "Hey, how about you come to stay with me for a few days. After graduation, my parents are leaving in the afternoon. How about it; we can celebrate the last of high school together. Maybe eat as we wish, swim in the pool, and have a private bash together. Think your parents might say okay to that?" My parents knew her but not really well, though they didn't seem sure if they liked her or not. Kayla always acted as if she enjoyed being around them, but I guess some of her not so obvious ways didn't escape them; still they were always pleasant and smiled at her, or with her, I should say. They knew she was a great student, and I guess that tipped them over to accepting her, maybe thinking she was good for the student in me too. If they thought that, they were fairly right, but they never knew about how I was feeling about her, or how I was thinking of her so often, or the confusion that had been ripping at my insides and getting worse as time went by. After we'd graduated, and Kayla's parents left, she was with us for dinner, then we went to her house. My bag in hand with my overnight essentials, we bid goodbye to my parents and siblings. Chapter 2 I'd seen the subdivision where Kayla lived, and knew it had some of what I thought were pretty fancy houses, but I was surprised after we'd entered the garage and walked in. It was a two story house, and everything looked new in it. She led us up to her bedroom, and my breath caught. "Oh, wow! This is fabulous," I couldn't help saying. "Thanks. I kind of like it too. Come on, lets see how the bed fits you," she said, and with a huge grin, flopped onto the bed with her back. "Come on, girl, try it out since we'll be sleeping on it—if we sleep that is. We have to celebrate for a while, then maybe, huh?" That oversized grin never left her face. "Speaking of celebrating..." she left off whatever she was going to say, and got up, then pushed me onto the bed. "Like it?":she asked. "Uh, yeah, it's comfortable." "Good, now let's start doing our celebrating," she said, and with that opened a bottle of wine that I hadn't seen, and poured a couple of glasses. "Here," she said. "To us, to our new lives, and to freedom." "But we're already free, Kayla," I couldn't help saying. "True, but we're all grown up now, and soon we'll be off to college, and we won't have anyone around to keep us penned in and always making you feel as if you have to do this and that, right?" She was still grinning, and happy as can be. "I guess you're right." She had a point, but not one that had bothered me, and it still didn't, but when she raised her glass and clinked mine, I took a sip as she took a bigger one. It tasted good. I'd had wine, but just a small sip in church for communion at morning services; this wine was much better. We talked of inconsequential things, laughed a lot, and as we did, she finished her glass of wine. I'd had a bit more. We'd had a good dinner, and we were enjoying ourselves, so the wine was drunk by me, but slowly. "Hey, drink up, girl. Time to let loose and celebrate, remember?" she asked with a brilliant smile. She'd poured herself another glass, and partially refilled mine. It felt good to be as we were. Frankly, I'd never had a girl session like this in my entire short life. In no time at all, it was after ten. She brought out some finger food, cheeses, and an assortment of crackers. "The cheese and crackers go good with the wine," she said. She was right, but I still only mildly sipped on the wine. Shortly she asked if I wanted to swim. "I don't have a swimsuit with me," I said. "No problem, I have a couple that I've never used, and we're about the same size," she said, looking me over just long enough to where I was mildly discomforted. "Come on, let's get you into one." What she showed me were a couple of bikinis, both with tops that had under wire. I hesitated. "Look, you change here and I'll go in the other bedroom, okay?" She'd deciphered my slowness before I did; I nodded. Swimming did sound like a good idea. When I'd changed, she came in right after and stared at me in admiration. "Girl, you are a real hottie," she said, bringing a huge blush to my face, and how much further down I didn't know. She smiled. :"What, nobody's ever told you that you look sexy before?" My blush worsened, and I shook my head. "Well, you are, now come on, let's get wet. We need to work off the calories so we can make room for more," and she led us out. The pool was pretty big, and it looked very inviting to me. Kayla dove in and I followed right after. It felt more than good; it was very exhilarating in fact. When we'd had a pretty long swim, she had towels handy for us, and we sat on lounging chairs. Everything was perfect, I thought. "This has been wonderful," I said. "Thank you." "I'm glad you're enjoying it. We had to have a party to bid adieu to being considered kids, and to officially becoming grown ups, huh?" We laughed, and she held out her hand. I took it for a moment. Yes, this was all perfect. We let the night air finish drying us off, but then she suggested another dip. "I really am glad you said yes, Polly. It would have been a shame to be alone on a day like this." I thought about it, and agreed that she was right. We'd been good friends for all of our years in high school, more so the last three years, and my thoughts of our times became nostalgic. "I think I'll remember our times fondly after we're wherever we're headed to," I said wistfully. "Yeah, me too. God, I would have hated it if you hadn't been there with me. You've been a great friend." "You too," the nostalgic feeling reasserting itself. "Let's dry off and go back in and have another glass of wine before we hit the sack. Whadda ya say?" she asked with a lilt in her voice. We went to where the towels were left and dried off again. As we went in, I couldn't help but look at the perfection of her body. My senses were stirred more than they had been just a while ago. Kayla had magnificent legs, and though I blushed a little, I thought that her butt looked very enticing too, not to mention her breasts. With her blond hair and blue eyes, she was very sexy looking, but I quickly blocked that thought out. Still, I knew I'd had it; that there was no denying. She poured us another glass of wine. "Just to make sure we don't catch a chill." She started drinking, and so did I, this time more than just sipping a little. I was getting used to it, or so I thought. In no time, we'd both finished our glass, and I sensed that I was feeling mellow. It was a good feeling. I fleetingly wondered what our preacher would say if he knew, but that thought didn't take hold. She took my glass and put it up with hers. "Okay, so I don't make you blush again, I'll go into the other room and put on my sleep shirt while you do the same here," giving me a lopsided grin as she said that. Yes, I blushed again and saw her grinning as she walked away. I quickly stripped and got into my night gown. No sooner than I was finished, she came in wearing a long T to sleep in. She climbed in and I went around to the other side. She was staring at me again. "You know, you looked great in the bikini, but seeing how your boobs stand up under your top, I have to say that your set is fantastic, girl." Though I blushed, my mouth opened without thought, and I said, "Thanks, but I think that yours are better." "No way," she said, getting up on her knees and pulling her top off. I gasped. She had beautiful breasts that were high, and with some large nipples that had me almost drooling, but though I noticed their beauty, my eyes were drawn to her vaginal lips: they were nude, and that did stun me. Kayla was so sexy looking to me. Love Won't Die "Come on, take your top off and let's have a look at yours; you'll see that yours are sweeter." My mind a muddled mess, and feelings I'd not allowed to stay in my mind, I took my top off while hating to not be able to keep seeing Kayla's body, she'd so mesmerized me. "Oh, mercy, see? Your boobs are nicer than mine," she said, and scooted on her knees the short distance that separated us. As she was real close, a hand reached out my left breast. Her touch was electric, but I tried not to let her know it. She lifted it, then did the same to my other breast. "Honey, you do have one sweet set. I told you so, didn't I?" but she didn't release them. "Now feel mine and you'll see that they're not as sexy as yours are." With that, she let go of one of my breasts and reached for my hand and put it to her breast. That just about undid me. I knew my breath was almost nil, and my heart was racing madly. "See, yours are firmer, just not a large as mine, but nearly so, and mercy, you have nipples like mine, so suck-able looking," she said, her voice suddenly somewhat halting. She was grazing them with her thumbs, both back in her hand again; my hand hadn't left her breast, and suddenly I realized that I was stroking her nipple too. "Let me see how they really feel," she said with a halting voice, and bent to kiss, lick, and then suck tenderly on my nipple. I groaned, and knew that I was loving the sensations that were rushing through my body. "Taste mine," she said huskily. Still not thinking rationally, I obeyed, and quickly found myself lost in loving her nipple, and her breast that I had cupped. Worse, or better, I had cupped her other breast, then moved to suckle that nipple as she held me close. I heard her moan, and a thrill ran through me. "God, you do that so good, baby." Another thrill rushed through my body—this was my first sexual experience, and I was lost in my love of it. "Show me your pussy, baby," she whispered with breathy voice. After seeing hers, I was ashamed to let her see mine, but I took my panties off anyway. She ran her fingers though my pubic hair with a gentle touch, and lightly scratched sending jots of sensations though me that I dearly loved. Then she lightly caressed my inner thighs causing me to shiver in delight, then touched me between my lips. "You're wet, baby," she said as she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked me off of it. She returned to do it again, but this time she put her finger to my mouth. There was no resistance in me, and I opened my lips and did as she had. Whatever it tasted like, I had no idea, but it gripped my senses as I sucked myself off of her. "Feel mine; tell me if you like how my lips feel to you without any hair." Whether it was the wine, or all that I'd previously held in, and I did, and I more than shivered—my whole body trembled with the hunger I felt gnawing at my center. I caressed her lips, and then between them. She flooded my fingers. Lifting them, I sucked one dry, then held another for her. I might as well have been a robot, I was doing everything so automatically. "Do you like how my pussy feels?" she whispered. "Yes," I said but had a hard time getting the word out, I was nearly breathless. She pushed me gently so I was on my back, then kissed my lips. She didn't stay on them long and I wished that she had for they felt so sweet to me. She kept on kissing me, but down my body and to my breasts where she lingered making me squirm wantonly. I felt my hips trying to rise, but I had no idea why. Shortly, she was between my legs which I quickly parted for her, somehow knowing it was what she wanted. I was right. She parted my hairs, and kissed between them, licking up at my wetness, and I moaned loudly as my body quivered with the joy it was feeling. "Feels fantastic, huh?" she whispered seriously. "Yes," I barely got out again. "Do you want to taste mine?" "I guess," I said, wondering why she had stopped, but then amended it, "I mean, yes," She turned onto her back and spread her legs. I stared at her bare lips, and felt my gut tighten, my hunger worsening. Though I loved looking at her lips, my mouth was on them in a flash, my need to satisfy what I realized was my lust for her, and I licked her making noises of pure pleasure. Her hands in my hair gently nudging my into her, I licked her furiously, drinking all she gave me as I made what I thought had to be moans and groans of desire to never have it end. I loved making love to her as I was. She took my attentions for a long time, but when I discovered her clitoris, and went after it with the sexual love I was feeling, her hips startled me as they lifted suddenly. She kept on like that, those hips of hers bouncing up and down when they weren't swaying. Needing to hold on, and take all she had, my hands went under her and latched onto her buttocks. My face glued to her, she let out some marvelous sounds of pleasure, and had what I knew was an orgasm that was long and deep. While she came down from what must have been some fantastic feelings, I found that I hadn't left off of her. I wanted more, and I could barely breathe. "Damn, girl, that was something else. I mean, really, really something else. Did you like my lips without the hair?" I nodded, refusing to move away from the joy I had. "Then let's get you shaved so you can feel just how great it can be." I was hooked. Without question, I followed her into the bathroom and she more than helped me shave. "Feel your lips, baby," she invited me when I'd finished, her hands intimately helping themselves as she wanted me to. I felt of them, and groaned—they felt exquisite. "Now come on to bed and let me do you. God, I think I've been wanting you since I met you," she confessed. It was what I wanted more than anything at the moment; that and to lick her lovely lips again. "You've got such nice puffy lips, baby, and I love that mound of yours. God, I'm gonna enjoy eating your pussy." She did enjoy it, but not as much as I did. The sensations were amazing. I forgot about wanting to eat her pussy, I was feeling so good. It was a magical wonderland of sex and all the joys it was bringing to my hungry body. My hands were gripping the sheets as my hips went wild like starving wayward waifs smelling fresh baked pastries. I grasped her hair, then turned it loose, not wishing to hurt her, but my body was desperately wanting her to know what it needed, a needing I hadn't known was in me. Then I did as she had before, my hips thrashing hard at her face and tongue, sensations screaming inside of me to be let loose. And then they were out, but in a rush of ecstacy that swallowed up my whole being, my mind wholly on knowing the sexual joy I was knowing. Shortly, my body was twitching, sensitive to Kayla's continuing movements on my pussy, her small licks. I wanted her to stop, yet I was hoping she would never stop. Eventually she did. "God, baby, you were so hot!" she exclaimed as she pulled away from me. She may have stopped licking me, but she slowly kissed her way up my body until she took one of my nipples and sucked on it, often taking little nips, sending shocks of delight back between my thighs as I tried to gulp air into my lungs. My hands were at her head and neck, telling her silently how I was relishing her touches and the way she was keeping me so sexed up. Then she laid little, thrilling kisses on my neck, a prelude to taking my lips and ravishing them. "I could do you again, you were so hot, baby, but my pussy is screeching like crazy to have your mouth on it." That set me off again, my breath once again stunted, that instant craving for her lips and the love she poured out for me to drink a renewed need in me. But she surprised me: she seemed to be getting off of my body, then she straddled me and inched her way up to where those lips I wanted so badly were over my face, tempting, teasing me. In a rush, my face lifted up, my hands at her buttocks making sure I kept her glued to my lips. Once more licking her was all I wanted, but then I remembered her clitoris; I found I could lick it to my hearts content, and yet suck on it by taking her mound too. Wildly, she jogged on my face, then sat on it as she came in a rush. "Oh, fuck. Jesus, that's so good," she let loose with her impassioned words. In no time at all, she was jogging on my face again and I was gratefully licking her, this time only occasionally taking her clitoris and mound. What I was suddenly wanting was to suck on her lips and lick their walls, but I couldn't in this position. I took of her as I could, crying out quietly in my wanting of her as she moaned and began to jog hard on me again. This time her orgasm was long and hard, and I do mean long. It was surreal, and I was so happy to feel of her like that. Then she slipped off of me, her breathing ragged. Needless to say, I went with her, loathe to give up her pussy. This was all so new to me. I had heard of teenage first love, and how it affected them, but I'd never had that feeling—just then I thought that that's what I was feeling, but without the angst, only the continuing want of our love making to never end. "Did you like that, Polly?" she asked in her abbreviated breathing. "Mm, I loved how you felt." "Are you still wanting more? If you do, I'm still horny for you, baby." How long could this go on? How long would my mind, my body, stay so desirous for this wondrous sex? However long, I had no idea, but I knew she'd instantly excited me again. I kissed and sucked on a nipple, then leaving it with a tiny nibble, my eyes glazed over, I knew. "Wow! You're so horny too," she said, and pushed me up, then turned so I could straddle her face. I was so eager, yet I was careful as I neared her face. Just as I had done, she grabbed my cheeks and swiftly pulled me to her and began ravishing me. Once again, the sensations were exquisitely overpowering. My hips were quickly jogging as wildly on her face as hers had been on mine, and my orgasm was just as long and hard as hers had been, but once was all I could take, and quickly slid off as I grappled with my breathing. In struggling to breathe, I was still aware of the sensations that continued to rush in me, their warmth glowing in me like a reward for allowing them to exist in such a grand way. Kayla was mostly atop of me, her arms about my face, her hands moving over it and in my hair. "Damn, you're one hell of a lover," she said, and kissed me hotly. It was a long kiss, a deep, twisting one, her tongue and mine trying to join and have their pleasure too. * * * * We fell asleep for a while, she still mostly covering me, a thigh against my wet lips, her breasts partially against mine, a hand at one of my cheeks. We were holding each other possessively, our lips giving small kisses where they could as we drifted off. When we woke up, my happiness was too much to contain, my hand on her buttock softly stroking her, then giving it a small squeeze, my lips kissing her shoulder as she kissed mine. "You've really liked our sex, haven't you?" The happiness I was feeling was too much to permit speech, I nodded, but she knew that I loved our togetherness. "Let's go have another swim, okay?" "Okay," I finally spoke. Leaving the bed, I noticed she wasn't going for her bikini. She saw my wondering look. "They'll just get in the way, won't they?" she asked with a knowing smile, then, "Anyway, you'll love how it feels to swim in the raw. It has a sensuality all its own. Come on, you'll see." I wanted to follow behind her so I could ogle her cheeks, and those shapely legs of hers, but she took me by the waist, then let her hand drift down to my butt. Without thinking, or hesitation, my hand was about her too, loving the feel of her cheek as we walked. We had to stop a minute and kiss, then finished the short trek. Hand-in-hand, we dove into the water. She was right, it did feel different, sensual, the way the water swallowed up our bodies as if in a continual caress. I was very much aware of how it felt on my newly shaved lips, the sensuality of it a new and quiet way of feeling sex, of making you enjoy the wanting of it, yet not wanting to leave off of it, the water felt so good. We came together, our legs threading water, our hands reaching, caressing, taking leave to enjoy an intimacy that flooded my desire for more, and still enjoying the moment too. Our kiss made it imperative that we get out of the water and resume our loving, but to climax. On a mat, she went between my legs and hungrily took my pussy, giving it lavish licks that were so beautiful as to rob me of my breath. It was all so lovely, and she took her time; for that I was eternally grateful. As I had wanted to do earlier, she did to me, taking each lip into her mouth and licking its wall, then resuming with her licking until she took my mound and clitoris. That, too, was done lovingly, but I could sense her growing passion, the need that was growing in her to ravish me again. I welcomed it, it had all been such a beautiful experience. "God, baby, I love eating your pussy," she whispered as she kissed up my body. Was this love? Really love as in love? Something in me innately knew that it wasn't, just two young women who had, as she'd said, been so restricted, the boundaries of our lives so set, but were now being broken with all the pleasure our bodies instinctively had and knew. "I wish we had done this long ago," she repeated, "don't you?" I thought about it, then said, "Yes and no. Yes because it's been so marvelous, and no because I don't think I'd ever been able to do any studying, my mind would have been like it is now, lost in all of these beautiful sensations, the joy I've been feeling of our love making. Does that make sense?" I wondered. "Yeah, I guess so, party pooper," she said. I could feel her fake grimace. "My turn," I said, and pushed her back and went to gorge on her pussy. I wasn't so wanting, just needing her in a quiet way. I wanted to slowly enjoy the feelings of being between her legs, how her sizzling thighs felt as I had my face between her lips, the joy my hands told me they were feeling as I caressed her cheeks, squeezed on them, and roamed up on them. The joy of it all hit me, and I did become horny, and my wanting became a raging fire in me. Needless to say, she was more than enjoying my loving of her, and her orgasm said it magnificently. "Tell me you can stay for at least a while," she said when she'd recovered her breathing. "I think so. I just need to come up with an excuse to tell my mother." She laughed. "That's easy, just tell her that I'm all alone in the house and would feel better if you could stay with me." We had another swim, and much of our sensual touching while surrounded by the pleasing water, then dried each other off, and went in just as we had in coming out, our hands on each other's cheeks. "Let's shower," she said when we were in the bedroom. I nodded, happy to be able to freely look at her too sexy body that I'd been freely loving so much. Well, I did get to look, but not to my heart's content. Too soon, or maybe not, her hands took my body from behind and began to caress my breast, tease my nipple—sometimes mildly, other times not a bit mildly—as her fingers found my pussy, or more to the point, my clitoris. "Feels good, huh?" she teased me with some soft kisses, as well as nibbling on me. "Yes," I barely got out, giving myself over to all the sensations she was causing me to have. I loved the feel of her breasts on my back, but it was her pussy that was driving me just as crazy as her fingers. She pushed at my pussy while masturbating me, simultaneously rubbing her pussy against my cheeks. The sensations were exquisite and had me so wanting. The sensations were many, and each different. As I tried to focus on one, another would intrude, but oh, so sweetly. My orgasm wasn't long in coming. "God, girl, you love our sex as much as I do." "Yes. It feels so good—so utterly good," I rasped out, still unsatisfied. "Yeah, that's how I feel. We're good together. We should have come together much sooner, and fuck studying," she whispered harshly and crudely, but it only made me want her more. We did wash, and I did get to ogle her as I wanted to, and as I did, those gnawing sensations gripped my loins—I wanted her pussy again. In bed, I got my wish, making her sit on my face and loving her with some of the strongest feelings that were akin to passionate love, but I knew it was love of our sex. This time I loved her with a gentle hunger, and when she had her orgasm, I kept on licking her as I had before. I loved how she jogged on my face, how her lips spread so widely in offering me her flowing love. I know I moaned in delight, savoring her taste, her plentiful sex. This time, the newness about over with, a voice began to try to interrupt my joy. Quickly, I focused on the love I was giving Kayla and receiving from her, but I knew it was going to return. I refused to allow it to enter, not wishing my joy to end. When she had her last climax, she slipped onto her back enjoying the after glow, feeling the embers softening as her breath returned, I stayed at her pussy loving how her lips pulsed out, the feel of her inner core contracting in its final pleasures. Once more, we slept for a short time. I was content, at least for a while. There was so much beauty to this business of love, or loving sex, I should say. When she woke up, she kissed me, and went to her closet. She had a large walk-in that held innumerable clothes and goodness only knew what. When she came out, she had a phallus protruding out from where her vagina was. "I want to fuck you, baby. Damn, you're so hot, and you make my blood boil." Her eyes were a bit wild looking, but she noticed how I recoiled. "Oh, shit. Damn, girl, I didn't stop to think that this would scare you. I know you've not had sex before, and I so wanted to take your cherry and be the first to make you feel all the juicy feelings of being fucked. They are terrific, and this thing isn't like a man and it won't go limp, just keep on giving you all you like, all you want." She was sincere, and it was very unlike how she usually was; she sounded so tender and caring. "Okay, stand up, baby," she softly told me. Though I was scared, I did as she said, and when she made me turn, I did. My confusion continued, but then I realized she was donning me with whatever it was called, and soon I was wearing the phallus. "Fuck me then, okay. Please. You feel that little nub against your clit?" she asked, and moving the phallus a bit so I could feel it. I nodded. "See? You'll get off just like me, and we can kiss, and I can hold you, and god, I want you so bad," she all but pleaded. Dumbly, I nodded, and she got in bed and spread her legs. "Put some of that lube on the cock, and some in my pussy, baby," she said, her breath stunted in her excitement. I did what she told me, and added more of it as she indicated, then she set me between her legs. "Easy now, very slowly," she said as she guided it to her lips. Shortly I had it in her and stroking in and out rhythmically. I felt the nub working on my clit, but it was looking at her eyes, her breasts, and lastly, her pussy as I went in and out of her, that had me becoming so hot—too hot, and the orgasms hit me, but they were hitting Kayla too, and in profusion. I found I had to be careful as she thrashed about with her hips, her breathing as if strangled, but exhorting me to continue. I had to admit that it was an unexpected rush seeing that phallus going in and out of her sweet and gorgeous pussy. I loved it, loved the way it excited me so much that it stifled my breath. Love Won't Die When she'd had more than enough, we stopped, and as we had kissed some of the time, we kissed again, but she was wild, her hips moving as if wanting more.. I had to pull out of her. "Holy fuck, that was great. Great! She exclaimed as if she hadn't said it already. Somehow I knew I had to clean it, and her too. When I looked, the strangeness of it on me again, I noticed some blood. Kayla had to have been a virgin too. Worriedly, I washed it with soap, then took a washcloth to her. "You bled," I said quietly. "Yeah, I thought I might. Hell, like I said, we shoulda got together a couple of years ago. That's when I bought the harness and dildo. I, ah, wanted us to take each other's cherry, but it's okay that you didn't want that. You really fucked me great, baby. Okay?" What could I say. She sounded so child-like, and I had to believe her, and feel a tenderness toward her that shocked me. "Yes, it's okay, but only if you really enjoyed it," I added with a grin, my new ease with Kayla growing by leaps and bounds. "Good, you can do me again later; okay; maybe tomorrow, huh?" she grinned back. Suddenly I was horny as could be. "Has your bleeding stopped?" She saw the look in my eyes, on my face. "Yeah. I could do with some more of you, baby." She had another idea of how we should make love. "Together," she told me. It didn't take long for my wondering to end. Me in bed aside her, her kiss was as hungry as mine, then she turned and took my pussy, hers over my face. Mystery solved: we gorged on each other and enjoyed a fabulous orgasm together. Of course, that didn't end us. We tenderly loved each other again, this time on our sides, taking our time, relishing licking each other and promoting our love juices that just kept flowing keeping us both happy. I thought that I'd never be as happy as I was just then, but suddenly, what I had been blocking out came out at me in a rush. I heard our preacher thundering out how what I was doing made me an abomination in God's sight, and I was damned forever. It was all so sudden, as was my father's 'Amen' shouted as loudly as he normally did, and my mother's righteous look as she nodded in agreement. It caused me to recoil, my mouth leaving her pussy, but instantly, I had it back and ate her with a vengeance. It was then that I knew this was going to be a problem to me until forever. I was a lesbian, and I loved eating Kayla's pussy, and knew I'd want to do it again and again. I wanted to cry, but my confusion, fear, and Kayla's loving pussy mixed in me an aphrodisiac that shocked me in its intensity. Damn it, why did this have to happen to me? Why was I to be denied what I knew I'd always needed, and now wanted more than anything? Why, damn it, why? I couldn't remember ever cursing, not even in my mind as I had done, but I wasn't going to let them take my happiness away from me. I finally found an excitement that made my life beautiful. We had a huge orgasm together once more. "Jeez, baby, I don't know what came over you, but you changed like Jekyll and Hyde, and got me so hot right along with you." "You were just feeling too good, and this is all so new to me," I half-lied. "You can feel that good anytime you want," she said, and kissed my pussy. I didn't move from hers. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to be where my new found happiness was; she seemed more than content to stay at my pussy too. The last I remembered was that I licked what little kept seeping out of her—that and the beautiful aroma that I suddenly realized that I loved from her pussy. Chapter 3 Finally waking, and recollecting all that had transpired, instead of being worried, or regretting anything, I was taken by Kayla's aroma. A sense of a strange sexual comfort overcame me, and I snuggled into the juncture of her thighs, then kissed her pussy; I loved where I was at. "Good morning, baby. Get a good sleep," she asked reciprocating by kissing my pussy too. It struck me that I was glad I hadn't kissed her hard as I sensed a gladness that she hadn't either. "Uh-huh, but I gotta go," I said and scampered out of bed to relieve myself. Kayla was standing nearby in all her glory waiting for her turn, which she took, but giving me a small kiss in passing. I had started to put some clothes on, but she caught me. "Let's have a swim first; you know, to kind of wake us up properly. "Like this?" I asked incredulously. "Mm, that would be nice, but maybe later when no one can see," she said, tossing me the bikini she'd had me use as she started to put hers on. I felt dumb, my face flushing a bit, and put my bikini on. "God, baby, you looked so damn sexy when you bent over to put your bottom on. Those tits of yours are fantastic." She licked her lips. "Yeah, they make me hungry for you." My face reddened, but I was pleased. She saw my pleasure, and grinned. "Come on, gorgeous, let's go get wet and ogle each other." I was all for it though I was wanting some coffee. She'd apparently set the coffee on automatic for as we passed the kitchen, she quickly poured us both a cup to take along. Setting them down after a couple of drinks as we walked, we dove in together as if we were synchronized. When we came up in the water, we met for a kiss, but she'd already had her hand inside my bottom and teased my pussy. "I'm not sure I can wait," she said huskily. I was instantly wet and just as horny, my breath already laboring to do its job. I pulled her to me by her cheeks, my hand also inside her bottom. "Me either," I said with a strangled voice. I was already addicted to sex with her. "Damn, you feel so good—hot too," she said giving my pussy a deeper finger. I shivered. "Come on, let's dry off and have some breakfast so we have enough energy to make love all day." She grinned, but it was a tight grin, one laden with the desire we both felt. Once inside, she took started to take her bikini off. I took the opportunity to gaze lustfully at her as she bent while taking her bottom off. I knew exactly what she had felt earlier—she had beautiful melon like breasts that looked so ripe that I unconsciously licked my lips. Still looking at her, I saw her watching, waiting for me to do the same. I did, but slowly, the urge to make her mouth salivate at the sight of me driving a lust in me just as great as I had in looking at her. "Yeah, you too, baby. Damn, we better eat before we wind up on the floor right here," she laughed, but it was forced. I nodded. We ate cereal with our eyes hungry for each other. Done, I took both bowls to the sink and started to rinse them when I felt her wrap her arms about me, one hand across taking the opposite breast, the other in my pussy and pressing my cheeks into her pussy. The sensations were instant and electric. I moaned as I felt her naked lips against my cheeks, and when she began rubbing them back and forth, my butt met her rhythm and I gasped with the feel of it all. The beauty of it was too much and I felt myself shiver with my delight. "You're so responsive to me; I love that," she said, kissing my neck and shoulder. "Let's get in bed." "Yes," I said, but then she stopped too suddenly. She had reached for the nearby phone. "Call your mother," she said huskily. Though my breathing was difficult, and I wished to say I'd call later, I took the phone and called. "Hello," I heard my mother's voice. "Hi, it's Polly. Kayla is here alone with her parent's gone on their trip. She'd like for me to stay with her and keep her company. She's alone," I added to emphasize it again as if that was to be greatly considered. "What about working at Brother James' store?" she asked. "Oh, that's okay. He told me to enjoy the week first, then come in." "And you'll be back at the end of the week?" came her quick query. Kayla was listening, and shook her head and pointed at herself. I thought I knew what she meant. "If it's okay, she'll take me and pick me up afterwards. She could use the company; it makes her feel more secure I guess. I know I would," I quickly added. "How about church?" Kayla nodded. "She doesn't have the same faith as we do, but she said she'd drop me off and pick me up too. I won't miss it; evening too," I made sure to assure her. "I guess that's okay. It's nice that she has a friend like you. I understand. We'll see you at services then," she said, but not with any hesitation. That hungry look of lust needing to be taken care of instantly hit us both, and we rushed to her bedroom. It had felt so weird talking to my mother—really lying to her, that is—while being naked, and Kayla being there as I was made it ever worse, but this new need was an imperative that made it easier. "Now maybe I can have you for the summer," Kayla said huskily. My body started purring. That was such a lovely thought. She made it even lovelier as we didn't wait another second. We didn't remember to brush our teeth after eating. Maybe we would after dessert. * * * * Church was an iffy thing in my mind. Too many conflicting thoughts tried to enter in, but they were all jumbled up. Maybe church made me feel too conflicted to allow any of them to jell in me in any way, or take any side. I'd always gone to church, never thought to question any part of it, and while I thought I knew all about scripture, I did allow myself to do enough soul searching to admit that I knew very little about it. What I knew was what our preacher harped on, and again it was homosexuality. "The bible tells us in Leviticus, chapter 20, verse13: If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them. This is the law of God, not of man, though today we don't do as God wants us to do, to be as He has given us to be." He didn't thunder any of it out as he often did when he spoke on this particular sin, but he strongly emphasized it, glaring at us all, daring us to deny the sinfulness of it. He went on: "No, we say this and that aren't politically correct. Well, look at what it's got us, where we are. A world full of abominations of every sort. Sinners before God making us as culpable as they are. Oh, my brothers and sisters, we have a lot to pray to God for forgiveness. Remember that God once tired of sinners and ended it for all save one man and his family and a few animals to start over again. I ask you, what are we doing, what are we setting ourselves up for? How long will God tolerate so much sin, and all the abominations? Israel often said that they were God's chosen and felt safe. Look at what happened to them." The torments began again, but I had to withstand it. How could God do this to me? I hadn't asked to be a lesbian, but my body said otherwise. My genes? My brothers seemed very normal. My parents too. Or were they? No, I never questioned God, but I wondered about my parents, but there was nothing to indicate that they were other than normal. I wanted to be sick. When it was over, I left as soon as I could, only saying goodbye to my parents and to Brother James, and thanking him for his kindness. He was kind. Then I saw Kayla and tried not to run to her, but why wasn't I shying away from her? We didn't touch when I entered the car; we knew better, but once in the house I was all over her. An inner fight raged in me, but all I knew was my desire, my need of Kayla. She must have needed me too for she thought nothing of how we suddenly were, clothes flying off of us without care of where they landed, hands searching without thought or wonder, just needing to find, to love, to be with, and finally, to take each other in a frenzy of the lust we'd just created. We fought for who would do what—I won. Kayla surrendered to my insane desire to take what I wanted, and I wanted her. I nearly tore one of her arms off to pull her over me, to give me her pussy which was already dripping, robbing her breath, then flooding her senses with nerves sending wild and roaming shards of electricity through her. I knew it was happening that way for she was jogging on my face in a rabid need fed by my lust and need. When she came, I refused to let her go. I still needed her, and I had my way. Though I'd been too rough, or so I thought, and too uncaring, it was no time before she was trying to ravage my face with her pussy whose lips were trying to swallow my facial lips. I was wishing that they would, but more than settled for her constant and plentiful flow that I drank like an alcoholic. "What the fuck," she gasped when she had a decent amount of oxygen going into her lungs. "I think I need to take you to church every day. Sheesh! What did they do, show you some hot porn? Damn, girl, you were so hot." The inner conflict raged on. I could tell that it did, but knew that my lack of knowledge was blocking out any attempt for a rational reason for my confusion to present itself. I just didn't understand any of it. How could I be an abomination and still be so happy, get so excited with a love that I seemed to have inherited in some way. I didn't put anything in me, I was just going along thinking I was happy and found out that there was a humongous store of ecstatic joys awaiting me. How was I so wrong, so wanting to have what was in me, and the tremendous happiness it brought to me? And the worse part was that I couldn't cry, and I sensed I shouldn't tell anything about this to Kayla. I was so alone, yet I had shared such a great love. love wasn't supposed to leave one feeling so alone, so adrift and confused. I made a resolution to lock it all up in me, and to go on with what I had to do, both in my life as it had been before Kayla, and as I knew I could not live without, namely, loving with Kayla. No, there was too much joy in our love making, too many wonderful, ecstatic, lovely sensations that made my mind and body sing as I never knew one could, not even any angels in heaven. Sacrilegious! Maybe, but it was true. * * * * We made passionate love many times; lived, as it were, on that love, and I continued going to church as I always had. My love of the sex Kayla and I enjoyed kept growing and growing in me as something I dared not stop. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. It was more than joys, it was me. Yet there was this other me that was in conflict with my new happy, and very sexual person. On occasion, I had to tolerate a sermon on the sinfulness of homosexuality, and more quoting of scripture that he said spoke of that abomination. Guilt, shame, humiliation, as well as pain—they were heaped on me at those times. However, when I was with Kayla, or even when I was working, it all went away—well, almost! The shouting of the preacher, and the hearing of my father's 'Amen' became muted, but more insistent. At times I sensed the whole congregation mouthing that same 'Amen' over and over, and many faces became as my mother's in their righteous nodding in affirmation of my sinfulness. At times those faces seemed to turn and look at me as 'Abomination' was mouthed by one and all. On occasion I would wake up from a nightmare. When I did, I would wend my way down between Kayla's legs and take in her bouquet, and steal a kiss from her pussy. One day near the end of our time, I'd heard another tirade from the pulpit, this on Wednesday evening meeting. I was, as always, ashamed, guilt-ridden, and humiliated, but this time I was also enraged—and silently defiant! "Fuck me, Kayla," I commanded her. "What?" she couldn't believe what I'd said. "I feel bad, ashamed," I began my lie. "You gave your virginity up to me, had planned it over the years, and I didn't do that for you as you wanted. You've given me so many joys, and I need to end my silly selfishness for whatever dumb reason I may have thought I had. "Mm, baby, are you sure? I mean, yeah, I've wished for it many times, you're so hot, but..." "Do it. Do me, and do it now. I can't wait any longer, I'm so horny." I was, or getting that way, and fast. What I'd told her was only half a lie, but this suddenly building need was telling me it wasn't a lie, that I had been silly. She donned the harness as I had a few times for her pleasure, but I took the lubricant and lavished in on the dildo. As I did, I was becoming so damned excited that I nearly kissed it. Once on my back, I spread my legs and put a goodly dollop on and in my pussy, and wiped my hand on the washcloth that Kayla brought. When she started to come over me, I had a moment of trepidation that caused my heart to skip a beat, a hesitation over what I was about to let happen, but once I felt her body, then her lips, and some soft and sweet words, I wanted her to do as she'd wished. My desire began to grow exponentially so that on feeling her start to push into me, I couldn't wait. Whatever was suddenly taking me over, it also instill a lust in me that I couldn't control, didn't want to even try to control. The preacher's voice, however, tried to enter into my mind, but very determinedly, I clamped it shut, and all the faces that were trying to sneak up behind it. Then I gave my self over the all the sensations, for she was fully on me and kissing me so torridly that my body shot sensations through me that wouldn't quit. Sensation after sensation, sensation upon sensation, took me over. Tingles, shards of pleasures, and orgasms came to me as I gave myself over to the love I was feeling that I was becoming a part of. In my unbridled lust, I reached for her breasts, tried to caress them, but I know I mangled them instead, then reached up to suckle one of her nipples as all the feelings shot through me. My face feeling flushed with my heat, I lifted it to watch her go in and out of my pussy. That, too, was more than exciting, pulling groans and utterances of primal wanting out of me. I was loving watching my pussy take it, acting as if it was slurping on it. Was this what heaven was like? Had I manufactured this by my stubbornness of refusing to be denied the joys of our love making? If so, it was a beautiful sensing as over and over I gasped in ecstatic joy, moaned and groaned as all of those electric pleasures rushed through me, as my hips thrashed about, swaying, trying to take that dildo to places in me where I was suddenly wanting to feel it. I was being a real bitch about taking all the pleasures I could and kept at it until Kayla woke me up. "Oh, baby, you were more than hot, but you scared the shit out of me. Damn it, don't do that to me again, but hell, do it again anytime. I think you made me have as many orgasms as you were having," she said in a tone of voice that had excitement and worry written all over it. "I feel like I want you to fuck me again, but my body's shot. Thank you, now let's get some sleep." It wasn't an after glow. Oh, no, it was a living thing that stayed in me, and I'm sure it didn't leave even after I passed out again. My body was still relishing all that Kayla had brought to it, and I wondered why I had said no to it in the first place. * * * * When it was near time for Kayla to go to college, I dreaded saying goodbye. As it was, we couldn't say goodbye as we'd have liked to. Cultural conventions, to be sure, said it wasn't possible. Not even a good kiss, just a 'friendly' hug that we wanted to hold longer, but dared not. Cultural conventions sucked! Then I left too, the college that I chose having made me an unbelievable scholarship offer. The hugs on parting were loving, but in my case, for my person, I was conflicted. Why, I couldn't put words to, but I was; still as I had taught myself to be, I kept it all bottled up inside of me. Chapter 4 Something was radically changed inside of me, and I considered it as if looking at myself from outside of my self. That, too, was odd. Maybe I had done that before, but if so, it was never like this. Just how alone I was seemed to be vividly known to me; it was too cold, yet I wasn't uncomfortable with it, with me.