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Love in the Park

By: TMorgan



This is the story of how I discovered true love where I'd never thought I'd be able to find it. My friend, Skye and I have always been close. I've found something in her I've never found in any other girl. Something that caused our friendship to become something more than that. When it first happened though, I was far from prepared for it.

We hadn't been friends long, to be honest. Just a few months, actually. Already, though, we very close. Something had always attracted me to Skye. I'd had a crush on her back in the ninth and tenth grades. We hadn't been friends though, until two years later, in the middle of our twelfth grade year. She had always been the most sought after girl in out grade. She was on the short side, 5'2''. Boys were constantly after her. She was blonde and very, very cute with bright gray eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest day.

I loved her and still do. She was always there for me. One of the only people who I'd come out to about being gay. I was an awkward kid. At eighteen I wasn't tall - 5'5'', but had long arms and legs that ended in large feet and hands, which had been teasingly called "man hands". I was slightly heavy with a puppy-like face that she described as "so cute!" The only good feature I could find about myself was my bra size, 38C. She however was constantly calling me cute, in her own way. She would pet me, and at first it startled me but soon I got used to her. We both had strange senses of humor. Cute but perverted best describes us two, especially, when we were together.

One day we were walking in the park having another of our strange conversations. I walked with my arm around her in my protective way as she submissively played with my fingers in that way that still drives me crazy. Circling her small fingers around my big ones, sending tingling sensations up my arm.

"So, do you want to have dirty, filthy, nasty, sick, just plain wrong sex with me on a kitchen floor?" I asked for about the fortieth time in my suggestive voice.

"Oh, but Henry," she said playfully using her pet name for me. "Why do it on a kitchen floor when we could it right here?" turning into her seductive unpredictable self.

"Er...ah...this is a public area, though, so..."

"Yeah, sure, you're just trying to get out of it." She said, suddenly getting moody. "Who'd want me any way, right?"

"Are you kidding me?? How about all guys in the school. They're all like 'Oh I must have sex with Skye for she has curvy lacrosse playing legs which arouse me!' They're like...lusting for you; you're hot!" She scoffed and leaned her head on my shoulder. Sensing that I hadn't convinced her, I stopped our walk in the middle of a clearing, looked her in the eye and gave her my goofy grin. "Skye, have I ever told you that if I had a nickel for every time I saw some one as cute as you, I'd have 5 cents?"

"Aw that's sweet. Yay for Clara!" She smiled then looked puzzled. "Wait, why five cents?"

"Skye," I laughed, "how much is a nickel?"

"I know how much a nickel is but what does that have to do with...Oh my god, that's so sweet!" I laughed and hugged her, picking her up and spinning her once in the air. She started again with her praise. "You're so cute!"

"No I'm really not" I said, uncomfortable being complemented by my arousing friend, hoping my secret attraction wouldn't show. She saw me blush and smiled, so familiar with my emotions.

"Well, I think you are and you can't take that away from me." She gave me a jokingly indignant look and hugged me, surprisingly strongly for how little she was. As she hugged me, I breathed I her scent slowly. She always smelled, inexplicably, like cookies. I sighed, loving the feeling of being close to her. She ended the hug and looked at me. "Clara I think I need to tell you something..."

"Mm?" I said, trying to sound casual through my persistent lusting for her. She looked at me, and for the first time I could see uncertainty in her clear eyes. Now, I was concerned. "What is it? Are you OK?"

"Yeah, yeah. I mean no. Well, sort of..." I looked at her blankly. She looked into my soft brown eyes, searching for her answer. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. She put her head on my shoulder and let me hold her tight. I'd never seen her so act so vulnerable like this. We stood there for a few moments in silence. She nuzzled against my cheek and kissed my neck. I leaned my head against hers and whimpered slightly. She moved so we saw each other for a split second, and exchanged a longing glance before she timidly kissed me.

Her lips trembled against mine and I held her closer, steadying her, moving into her. She grasped me and began to kiss me passionately, breathing heavily, our tongues pressing against each other, with both nervousness and lust. She led me to a tree at the edge of the clearing we were in and brought me to the other side.

We pushed up against each other. Kissing furiously and quickly removing our shirts, too deep in passion to care if we were in a "public area". She held me close and explored my neck with her mouth, moving her tongue slowly up and down my shoulder and lightly nibbling my collarbone as I hurried to unbutton her jeans.

I made my way down her neck kissing her silky skin softly as I went and exploring her with my tongue. I circled her nipple with my tongue and she let out a shaky moan. I went on, licking and gently biting her into erection until she groaned a "please" begging me to satisfy her lust. Instead I slowly caressed her with my mouth, moving down her body to her slit, teasing her with my tongue, slowly moving it up and down just barely missing her hood.

"Oh, god! Oh, god!" she moaned, frantically, her breath speeding up with every lick. I pushed my self into her, gently guiding her to lean against the tree. Kneeling, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, lifting her hips; I licked her inner lips making her grasp my shoulder in a hold of passion, releasing a loud moan. I circled her clit with my tongue. She groaned and pushed against my shoulders trying to escape from the torment of near climax. I finally took her clit in my mouth as her breathing became strained and irregular.

"Ye-...Ye-...Clara, Oh god!" she screamed and came. She shuddered as her orgasm blasted through her. I quickened my pace still, causing her to grip my shoulders and scream again, coming furiously. I lifted her off her tree, still clinging to my shoulders, and set her off the cool grassy turf underneath.

We kissed again sending an electric shock to my core. I took off my pants and slid one of my legs under hers. I pulled her into me and our bodies countered each other. We kissed passionately, rocking back and forth, our nipples caressing each other. We stroked each other, reveling in the total oneness of our bodies. I drove myself against her, rubbing my clit against hers We moved together faster and faster moaning with the extreme pleasure, feeling each other's bodies, trashing with ecstasy . We became louder as we pleased each other each other almost violently rubbing our clits together lost in each other. I slipped my hand quickly underneath her and slipped two fingers into her hole. We furiously grinded together, rising into the air and returning into each other rapidly, grasping each other tightly in the height of our passion, and moaning in pure delight. This time I came first, shaking heavily with pleasure, which set off her orgasm, jolting violently and panting in time with me.

We slowed to a stop and kissed each other fondly, lovingly. She nuzzled the inside of my neck, wet and warm with sweat, as we sat deep within each other. I stroked her back, feeling her and keeping her warm as she leaned against my body, secure in my arms. We cuddled and were encompassed by the smell and feeling of one another, so close, so perfect.

"Henry," She whispered into my hair. "I love you." There were no words for how I felt. I didn't need any. I stroked her hair and kissed her and she could feel my heart beating with hers, carrying the same message. "I love you." We closed our eyes and fell together on the cool grassy floor and stayed there for about and hour before leaving in hand for a life of love together. Friends with something more.

Love in the Past



Here's a good laugh, people think I'm a lesbian. A dyke on a bike. The ball buster butch, maybe. Maybe they've got their reasons too. There's this great little hobby, this thing called Civil War reenacting. Dressing up, out in the elements, reliving the past and I wanted to be a part of it. Not as a genteel Southern woman, as one of the women back then that tried to be men in the ranks. They were there, don't bother to debate it, and I wanted to find out what it was like. What I found was Paradise, one pump at a time.

The thought of me being a queer girl almost made me grin just last June. It was a Friday night, about 11 or so, some forgotten reenactment some place. My dear loving husband was already long drunk and passed out asleep in the little dog tent to my right. The camp was getting quiet, real quiet. A rustle of grass and I felt my breath catch. The flap on my own tent moved and my heart skipped a beat. The commander had come calling.

The commander, all man and all gorgeous. Muscle on top of muscle, the blue eyed blonde devil himself. For just a moment he paused at the entrance to my tent, his eyes sparkling at what he knew was his. Me. My body. Jake stood staring as I slowly pulled the blanket off my body. I'm a big woman, baby, but he already knew that. As he moved for me, I knew he was a big, big man. 

Somewhere in the distance another camp was awake, their laughter around a campfire just a murmur. A woman must be discrete, even a woman who played a man by day. Who became all woman again by night to let her man play. I heard the laughter in the distance as I bit my lip to keep from groaning in pleasure. There's nothing like making love back in time.

Jake suckled hard and fast, his arm shoved behind my back lifting me to his lust. I pulled his shirt off, feeling his muscles taunt and skin so sweet press against me. We both struggled with his trousers as he moved up my body, his cock about to bust loose without our help. He fumbled to put a condom on as his clothes disappeared and my heat drove me berserk. My covers rustled, my thighs opened and God, he was in, banging me in the way I needed. The way I wanted and then it came to me.

Not an orgasm, that didn't happen that night, Jake shooting before I was near ready. Something more important to a Civil War reenactor though, that thing called the Magic Moment. That point in our living theater when it all seems real. As my commander's cock pounded into my wet pussy my mind went back in time. Back to 1862. To 1863, the year didn't matter. All that mattered was it must have been what it was like for one of the dozen, maybe two dozen, women who did fight in the ranks. They were women after all, not lesbians. Whether they'd gone to be with their husbands or just off on the adventure, this had to have happened to one or more of them. They weren't saints back then, no more than we are today. I could almost see and feel another time when reality gushed into me and the moment was gone. Jake collapsed on top of me spent, panting for air but I could only grin. I almost felt it, but there again there would be tomorrow. 

It's a hell of thing, trying not to think about how wet my underpants had gotten while a Civil War battle raged. All right, a pretend battle but I was still soaked through, every time my lover/commander passed another tremor shooting through me that afternoon. We both were showing off for each other and we knew it. That made it all the more erotic, the handsome stallion strutting past knowing I was his woman, at least in camp. At the moment I was his trooper. Once night came, I had another plan for a Saturday night in the past. It was time for the trooper to take control.

The sun was just beginning to set as I sauntered past our leader's quarters, pausing for just a moment to whisper a piece of news into the general's ear. The little tidbit that I was wearing a thrift store shirt seemed to be something I thought he might be interested in. After all, as the leader of a military force, he would be used to making conquests. Taking what he considered his prize. The flicker of pure animal lust that darted across his face was my answer that he'd understood the news from the front quite well. I strolled on, quite pleased with myself and knowing there was so much more to come.

Not that I condone rape, don't get me wrong. That is a hideous crime and the offender should have his cock cut off and then be shot, no doubt. Conquest is another matter, especially when that is exactly what a woman wants. To be the trophy, to be taken as the prize. A man's bounty, that's fine by me as long as the man is Jake. My husband, never, but Jake, always. Hell, we'd been lovers for nearly a year, we'd even had a night together when our spouses were both away, but we hadn't had enough. Not yet and my lover had no idea how much he was going to get. I strolled on through camp praying the sun would go down faster, my husband would be drunker quicker. Maybe one of them way back then was just like me. 

A woman of 1863, waiting for her lover, his manhood enraged by the heat of battle. His lust on fire by his want of her. A right and proper woman and yet still a woman, given to every lust of a man. Ready to prove herself as a man's equal in the field, more than ready to prove herself even more as a woman as the darkness fell. Darkness and finally, mercifully, the drunken snore of my betrothed from the tent beside mine. Finally, mercifully, my time.

Quickly I made my way through the dark, out through a field to an old, abandoned barn. Jake had seen me make my escape, he'd know where to find me. I leaned back against the siding of the building and looked up just once. Overcast, nearly pitch black, but no rain. At least not from the sky. I fingered the collar of my shirt just once and heard a twig snap. My heart began to pound, another footstep coming. Coming closer and he was there.

Was one of them back then like me now? Standing in a dark corner, the world totally illuminated by the lust of two bodies in need. A woman of 1863 waiting, her woman's body cloaked in the attire of a man as she waited for her man to come and have his. To stand as I did, seeing her man's eyes sparkle. Feeling his gentle kiss grow to one of passion. Knowing he was slowly unbuttoning her shell jacket just like Jake unbuttoned mine. Watching him pause, looking one more time into her eyes like my man looked into mine, waiting to see one final nod. Going into total, complete heat.

I felt Jake's hands on the lapels of my shirt, hesitating one last second before he ripped it open. My breasts heaved, my nipples already hard as diamonds in my lust. I knew his cock was full length as he pulled off my jacket and shredded my shirt off of me. He pressed me against the barn wall, his hands fumbling with the button on my trousers. For one brief moment I wondered if the woman of 1863 let her man upright her, driving his cock deep into her. Just for a moment, but there would be no magic moment this night. It was my moment instead.

With a twist of the hips I spun Jake around to put his back to the wall. He stopped, his eyes wide in surprise and then total lust as I slowly sank to my knees. I don't know if the woman of 1863 knew what a blowjob was but I do. It was my time to show my man what one was really about.

Quickly I opened his trousers, letting them fall to the ground as I extracted his pecker, flame red and ready. I kissed its magnificent head once and felt him begin to put his hands on my head. With a jerk I shook him away. My terms, baby. I don't need help to suck you off, darling. Save that for some bitch for this night he had a woman. A bare breasted woman ready to worship her commander in the way a woman should.

I mouthed his cock like he'd suckled my breasts the night before, drawing lust from his soul to mine. With kisses and licks I worshiped his rod, driving him to a lust fury no other woman can match. I felt him begin to shudder, the head growing as I sucked it in. With one lunge I felt my lover coming and then gasping in pleasure as I gobbled him down, sucking him dry and wiping up the traces of what I had done to him. As his cock slipped out, I heard Jake groan once and slump to the ground with me.

Odd, the things that come to a woman in man's clothing during a Civil War reenactment. Just a Sunday afternoon battle, in a few hours we'd be gone. In a few hours my husband and I headed two hours west, my commander two hours east. Such a pity, especially as a thought came to me just as that battle began.

Amazing, the blast out the muzzle of a cannon so similar in so many ways to a properly blown man's orgasm. I watched that cannon discharge and had to wonder if my lover ever thought of that. As I turned and just happened to catch his eye, I felt my underpants go wet.

Indeed he does and the fucking I was going to get at the next reenactment was going to prove it.....but that's something for another story