Outing of the Heart (73 page)
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Authors: Lisa Ann Harper
They seemed to be at it for a very long time. Mrs. Fenech must have used everything in her cupboards, Sidonie thought. Still, she didn't mind. She preferred to have something to do; better than trying to make polite conversation. With the last bowl and plate returned to their appropriate places, she informed Mr. Fenech that she, too, would call it a day.
âMy morning starts at five, so an early night suits me very well,' she explained.
âFive o'clock. Good heavens, that is early,' he observed. âNot a drama. We'll just go into Doris and let her know.' She was reading a magazine while watching television.
âYes of course, this has been a long day for you,' she responded graciously. âDo you want to be awakened tomorrow, or shall I just leave you to get up when you're ready?'
“She never uses my name,”
she thought. âOh, I'll get up myself. I'm quite an early riser. Please continue with your day as usual, I'll try to fit into your routine.' She expressed her desire to be of no trouble, which Doris accepted as completely right and proper. She left them downstairs talking quietly, probably about Tenille's future and took a leisurely shower. It was, in fact, only a little after nine and this for her was not late at all.
It was a bewitching night, mild and gentle. The sky here in the country had an inky blackness, the stars standing out in stark brilliance; so different from the city. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and the small white flowers of Chinese Jasmine added their delicate and evocative fragrance to the beauty of the night. Somewhere in the distance a lonely owl hooted. Clean and feeling refreshed, she decided to look in on Tenille. She could be awake and needing something. She slipped into midnight blue, cotton PJs with little gold stars dotted across the shorts; a gift from Karen last Christmas which she'd never worn.
âTen,' she called softly: âAre you awake?'
âYes Sid,' Tenille's voice returned in a whisper, as she took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden, erratic beating of her heart.
Sidonie padded over to the bedside. âTen,' she breathed as she sank gently onto the bed.
She swung around to face her, her body aroused to a trembling longing, as she threw off the confining sheet and turned on her side.
âMy darling,' Sid breathed again, leaning forward to kiss the rounded top of her exposed shoulder. The night was mild, but the temperature had dropped considerably from the daytime high and Tenille had felt the difference. Now, with Sidonie's presence so close, so insistently exciting, the heat rose within her. She had that lovely, straight from the shower smell and her skin glowed pallidly in the bright moonlight, passing easily through the floral drapes at the large window.
âSid, I wondered if you'd come say goodnight to me. I'm so glad you're here.' She lifted her arm from the covers to encircle Sid's neck. As she drew her face towards her, she felt the heat centre in her clitoris and was amazed at the feeling of tightness. It gave her whole body a delicious wanting which translated into a need to pull her down on top of her; to feel the weight of her virile body press down on her, press against her breasts, her stomach and against her tumescence.
“Smother me.”
she thought, hungrily.
Sid looked into the flushed face before her, glowing with life. The intensity of her gaze held her, causing the heat of her own desire to stain her cheeks. She saw the mouth open slightly, the lips soft and moist; felt the sweet breath brushing lightly across her face. She sank once more into the depths of Ten's black lashed, glistening eyes. Her stomach contracted. She saw all the signs of readiness in this woman. Her woman. Filled with desire for her. It was heady stuff and made her senses tumble. Ten was breathtaking in her beauty. She wanted her in this moment as she'd never wanted her, or anyone, ever before. She could drown in her juices, licking, stroking, probing until their bodies, entwined and locked in ecstatic passion, would experience those ultimate orgasmic thrills which belonged to loving Lesbians everywhere.
She drew back. Not here. This was the time but not the place, caught as they were, in the bondage of convention. She cut off her dangerous designs, shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, her throat constricted.
âI couldn't go to sleep without saying goodnight. Are you dreadfully hungry?' her voice was rough. She ran her tongue across suddenly dry lips. She hoped talk of mundane matters would help cool her ardor. She needed something to take her mind off her consuming desires, to give her all the pleasures of the Universe since time immemorial, locked within our animal bodies, waiting only to be released through the magic of love.
Ten lifted questioning eyes, dark with desire, her gaze boring into the very depths of Sid's soul. In a voice deep and husky, she replied: âI'm hungry for you.' She turned her face so her mouth could not be avoided, her whole demeanor an open invitation to be kissed, loved, taken and possessed.
âDarling Ten,' Sid's voice came out gravely and choked with emotion, fighting for control: âIt's been a long day. You need to rest. Sleep is very important in your recovery,' she reasoned. Hands shaking, she trembled inside as she covered the curvaceous body with the sheet. Her heart beat at an excessive rate, so conscious was she of Ten's sensuous presence, observing erect nipples as the full breasts strained against the confining pressure of the thin cotton nightdress, the surrounding aureoles flushed and dark.
Blood pounded in her head and her pulses throbbed. Her whole body was swept up into an overpowering wanting. She felt she would burn to cinders in her hunger.
âI'll see you in the morning,' she said thickly. âI'll take you for a nice drive.' To her own ears her words sounded trivial, but she could think of nothing else. Her passion was consuming her; making her ache in every curve of her body and her control was too close to the edge. She would lose it if she didn't back off.
Ten turned her face away feeling confused and unhappy. Her body was filled with yearning for this girl, and Sid was not responding. She just wanted to be held. Just that. Nothing more. Surely she could give her that, couldn't she? She wouldn't ask for more. She felt helpless tears rushing to the surface and tried to blink them away. Sid did not feel for her as she did. She had made a big mistake.
She rolled away toward the window. Sid saw a tear squeeze out and sparkle in the moonlight. This change in Ten cut deeply, but there was nothing she could do. Not here. Not in her parent's house. If they'd been at the apartment ⦠But as it was ⦠She turned away, heading back to the guest room saying only: 'til tomorrow, then.' Tenille did not reply, just continued to stare at the gently moving drapes, responding to the soft night breeze. The door clicked shut.
She listened to the anonymous rustle of night sounds; heard her father locking up and her mother completing her ritual ablutions. She'd hated the argument, but this time she'd not been prepared to bow down. She wanted very much to get along with her mother, as she did with her father, but her demands were too much. At least, they were now. If she were not to disappear totally into Doris's persona, then she needed to make her stand. Predictably, doing so provoked sparks of discord. Obduracy was not in her nature and she suffered for it.
After a few moments she appreciated the fact the house was silent. Thinking over her last words with Sidonie brought to mind how her eyes had burned into hers, the expression at the time, unfathomable. Once again, she experienced that disturbing ache between her legs and felt a sharp spasm of desire as she momentarily recalled her breasts in contact with those firm, finely tipped nipples. Her breasts were so different from her own â small and pointed, youthfully high. She had never touched her lips to their softness, but what a longing she had inside. She could feel herself melting at the thought. Would she ever be able to tell Sidonie how the touch of her mouth fired her body with such delicious sensations? Would she think her a simpleton, unsophisticated? This degree of sexual arousal, so newly experienced, begged her to hold her close; wrap herself around 'til they were fused as one. She wanted to get lost in her embrace, to allow her to do whatever she liked. She wanted to tell her she would do
anything
, be
anyway
, just so long as it pleased her.
She held her thoughts still, endeavoring to come to grips with her inner feelings, fearful of the tack onto which they had veered. Her heart quickened. Despite her mind's resolve, almost as though someone else had taken over, she felt her body raise itself from the bed. The sound of her pounding heart filled her ears and she could feel her cheeks burning. Was she really going to act out what she'd been thinking? She reached for her crutches, picking them up and placing them with care, too fearful of making strange sounds which would echo through the night, awakening the house.
She hopped noiselessly over the deep pile of the carpet to the adjoining door. Quietly, very slowly turning the knob, she peered in. Dimly discerning a sleeping form under the sheet, she propped the crutches against the wall and as silently, closed the door. Frustrated by the presence of the cast, she reached the bedside, palms sweaty, blood pounding in her head. She looked down at the girl.
Something made Sidonie stir and turn onto her back. Her eyes looked up, wide and staring, not quite focused on the woman before her. Then, as she moved, a fine shaft of moonlight poured between the drapes and slanted across the face, the delicate light reaching out to touch the stark need which had been unleashed. She could see into the tortured depths of Ten's pleading black eyes, made more profound by the paleness of her skin, from which all color had been leached. She knew exactly why she had come; the desire was unmistakable, spilling out of those passion filled eyes.
Taking in a quick, sharp breath, she threw back the covering, rising to her knees in one fluid movement. She reached out and drew Ten down onto the bed to sit on its edge. She cradled her from behind, still on her knees, but now resting back on her heels. Ten, supported like this relaxed against her and let her head come to rest.
Sid whispered in her ear: âSo you couldn't sleep either?'
She said nothing, just shook her head. She began to caress Sid's soft, burnished hair. In this ethereal light it was like a cap of spun silver, sending out finest threads of tinsel as she moved. Instinctively, her fingers entwined within the glimmering strands.
She slid both her arms around Ten, below her breasts and pulled herself in closer to her back. She was left breathless. Sid's nearness, the heat of her embrace, set her pulses racing and filled her with tormented desire. The touch of her hands sent shock waves through her as their bodies were wrapped together in the darkness. Sid felt the electricity of this woman's excitement shuddering through her, as she began to stroke upward with her right hand, under the curve of her left breast. At the first touch across her nipple Ten inhaled a short gasp of air. Immediately Sid's left arm tightened so she felt her whole body within the confines of an animal power beyond herself, not menacing and dangerous, but wild and thrilling.
She loved it ⦠this all-encompassing restriction, this intoxicating dominance, imprisoned in the grip of this girl who desired her. Of this there was no further doubt. She could feel the hard, pounding heartbeat at her back, the hot breath on her neck as soft lips hungrily explored her. Her own blood ran hot as tumultuous sensations of infinite pleasure overcame her. Sighing and moaning, Sid's hands continued to move and caress, fingers tracing a tingling path of ardent fire. Her flimsy night shift may hide from sight, but the gossamer fabric could not disguise the taut erectness of those deeply flushed nipples, filling Sid with dizzying desire, as each breast swelled eagerly into her palm. She felt her own breasts respond, making her move rhythmically against the hot back.
The heavy roundness of Ten's breasts, as she let them slip down, out of her grasp, brought her to a point where she could no longer wait. Her own throbbing tumescence demanded attention ⦠but she took deep breaths and regained her self-control.
“Don't rush it,”
she advised.
“Savor every delicious moment of this time together.”
A tight band seemed to be restricting her chest as her heart spasmed in its beat. She breathed again, holding Ten securely once more as she slid her hand gently over the satiny skin of her belly, then stopped at the silky triangle. Slipping under the hem, she let her fingers play with the dark pubic hair. Ten felt the spurt of her wetness and longed to spread her legs, to give Sid easy access to her desire, but her limbs were caught between firm thighs and she could only groan, helplessly.
âDarling Sid,' she gasped out, âI want to lie with you tonight.' Her words were no more than a breathed caress against her cheek. In response Sid began to kiss her neck and the curve of her throat, then quoted in low tones:
“Come lie with me and be my love.”
Ten lay back against the pillows and she brought herself to lie full length on top of her.
“What joy at last,”
Ten thought, experiencing the coiling of Sid's muscles above her. She had positioned herself such that the nub of her clitoris pressed against Ten's. She knew she was ready for more, but she kept her movements slow and gentle, her pressure light but sure. Then they began to kiss ⦠soft exploring kisses; lips full, hot and wet, the saliva passing between them. When Ten's lips softened beneath hers, she drove her tongue deep within her mouth, touching everywhere in blatant demand. Passion rose between them and Sid's thrusts became more definite. At each exquisite pressure, Ten thought her climax would come through. Her mind's eye pictured Sid as she had last seen her undressed, her ass covered in white âjockey for her' underpants and her strong thighs, thick as tree trunks, above sturdy legs ⦠now here she was, riding her, her need overflowing into her. She loved this girl with all her being. Her life was empty when she was not near. She deliberately began to slow herself down. A film of perspiration dampened her brow. She would wait 'til Sid was ready to give her what she knew she would. Meanwhile, she would pleasure her to the limit. Let her feel how much she meant to her. How filled with love she was.
âMy morning starts at five, so an early night suits me very well,' she explained.
âFive o'clock. Good heavens, that is early,' he observed. âNot a drama. We'll just go into Doris and let her know.' She was reading a magazine while watching television.
âYes of course, this has been a long day for you,' she responded graciously. âDo you want to be awakened tomorrow, or shall I just leave you to get up when you're ready?'
“She never uses my name,”
she thought. âOh, I'll get up myself. I'm quite an early riser. Please continue with your day as usual, I'll try to fit into your routine.' She expressed her desire to be of no trouble, which Doris accepted as completely right and proper. She left them downstairs talking quietly, probably about Tenille's future and took a leisurely shower. It was, in fact, only a little after nine and this for her was not late at all.
It was a bewitching night, mild and gentle. The sky here in the country had an inky blackness, the stars standing out in stark brilliance; so different from the city. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and the small white flowers of Chinese Jasmine added their delicate and evocative fragrance to the beauty of the night. Somewhere in the distance a lonely owl hooted. Clean and feeling refreshed, she decided to look in on Tenille. She could be awake and needing something. She slipped into midnight blue, cotton PJs with little gold stars dotted across the shorts; a gift from Karen last Christmas which she'd never worn.
âTen,' she called softly: âAre you awake?'
âYes Sid,' Tenille's voice returned in a whisper, as she took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden, erratic beating of her heart.
Sidonie padded over to the bedside. âTen,' she breathed as she sank gently onto the bed.
She swung around to face her, her body aroused to a trembling longing, as she threw off the confining sheet and turned on her side.
âMy darling,' Sid breathed again, leaning forward to kiss the rounded top of her exposed shoulder. The night was mild, but the temperature had dropped considerably from the daytime high and Tenille had felt the difference. Now, with Sidonie's presence so close, so insistently exciting, the heat rose within her. She had that lovely, straight from the shower smell and her skin glowed pallidly in the bright moonlight, passing easily through the floral drapes at the large window.
âSid, I wondered if you'd come say goodnight to me. I'm so glad you're here.' She lifted her arm from the covers to encircle Sid's neck. As she drew her face towards her, she felt the heat centre in her clitoris and was amazed at the feeling of tightness. It gave her whole body a delicious wanting which translated into a need to pull her down on top of her; to feel the weight of her virile body press down on her, press against her breasts, her stomach and against her tumescence.
“Smother me.”
she thought, hungrily.
Sid looked into the flushed face before her, glowing with life. The intensity of her gaze held her, causing the heat of her own desire to stain her cheeks. She saw the mouth open slightly, the lips soft and moist; felt the sweet breath brushing lightly across her face. She sank once more into the depths of Ten's black lashed, glistening eyes. Her stomach contracted. She saw all the signs of readiness in this woman. Her woman. Filled with desire for her. It was heady stuff and made her senses tumble. Ten was breathtaking in her beauty. She wanted her in this moment as she'd never wanted her, or anyone, ever before. She could drown in her juices, licking, stroking, probing until their bodies, entwined and locked in ecstatic passion, would experience those ultimate orgasmic thrills which belonged to loving Lesbians everywhere.
She drew back. Not here. This was the time but not the place, caught as they were, in the bondage of convention. She cut off her dangerous designs, shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, her throat constricted.
âI couldn't go to sleep without saying goodnight. Are you dreadfully hungry?' her voice was rough. She ran her tongue across suddenly dry lips. She hoped talk of mundane matters would help cool her ardor. She needed something to take her mind off her consuming desires, to give her all the pleasures of the Universe since time immemorial, locked within our animal bodies, waiting only to be released through the magic of love.
Ten lifted questioning eyes, dark with desire, her gaze boring into the very depths of Sid's soul. In a voice deep and husky, she replied: âI'm hungry for you.' She turned her face so her mouth could not be avoided, her whole demeanor an open invitation to be kissed, loved, taken and possessed.
âDarling Ten,' Sid's voice came out gravely and choked with emotion, fighting for control: âIt's been a long day. You need to rest. Sleep is very important in your recovery,' she reasoned. Hands shaking, she trembled inside as she covered the curvaceous body with the sheet. Her heart beat at an excessive rate, so conscious was she of Ten's sensuous presence, observing erect nipples as the full breasts strained against the confining pressure of the thin cotton nightdress, the surrounding aureoles flushed and dark.
Blood pounded in her head and her pulses throbbed. Her whole body was swept up into an overpowering wanting. She felt she would burn to cinders in her hunger.
âI'll see you in the morning,' she said thickly. âI'll take you for a nice drive.' To her own ears her words sounded trivial, but she could think of nothing else. Her passion was consuming her; making her ache in every curve of her body and her control was too close to the edge. She would lose it if she didn't back off.
Ten turned her face away feeling confused and unhappy. Her body was filled with yearning for this girl, and Sid was not responding. She just wanted to be held. Just that. Nothing more. Surely she could give her that, couldn't she? She wouldn't ask for more. She felt helpless tears rushing to the surface and tried to blink them away. Sid did not feel for her as she did. She had made a big mistake.
She rolled away toward the window. Sid saw a tear squeeze out and sparkle in the moonlight. This change in Ten cut deeply, but there was nothing she could do. Not here. Not in her parent's house. If they'd been at the apartment ⦠But as it was ⦠She turned away, heading back to the guest room saying only: 'til tomorrow, then.' Tenille did not reply, just continued to stare at the gently moving drapes, responding to the soft night breeze. The door clicked shut.
She listened to the anonymous rustle of night sounds; heard her father locking up and her mother completing her ritual ablutions. She'd hated the argument, but this time she'd not been prepared to bow down. She wanted very much to get along with her mother, as she did with her father, but her demands were too much. At least, they were now. If she were not to disappear totally into Doris's persona, then she needed to make her stand. Predictably, doing so provoked sparks of discord. Obduracy was not in her nature and she suffered for it.
After a few moments she appreciated the fact the house was silent. Thinking over her last words with Sidonie brought to mind how her eyes had burned into hers, the expression at the time, unfathomable. Once again, she experienced that disturbing ache between her legs and felt a sharp spasm of desire as she momentarily recalled her breasts in contact with those firm, finely tipped nipples. Her breasts were so different from her own â small and pointed, youthfully high. She had never touched her lips to their softness, but what a longing she had inside. She could feel herself melting at the thought. Would she ever be able to tell Sidonie how the touch of her mouth fired her body with such delicious sensations? Would she think her a simpleton, unsophisticated? This degree of sexual arousal, so newly experienced, begged her to hold her close; wrap herself around 'til they were fused as one. She wanted to get lost in her embrace, to allow her to do whatever she liked. She wanted to tell her she would do
anything
, be
anyway
, just so long as it pleased her.
She held her thoughts still, endeavoring to come to grips with her inner feelings, fearful of the tack onto which they had veered. Her heart quickened. Despite her mind's resolve, almost as though someone else had taken over, she felt her body raise itself from the bed. The sound of her pounding heart filled her ears and she could feel her cheeks burning. Was she really going to act out what she'd been thinking? She reached for her crutches, picking them up and placing them with care, too fearful of making strange sounds which would echo through the night, awakening the house.
She hopped noiselessly over the deep pile of the carpet to the adjoining door. Quietly, very slowly turning the knob, she peered in. Dimly discerning a sleeping form under the sheet, she propped the crutches against the wall and as silently, closed the door. Frustrated by the presence of the cast, she reached the bedside, palms sweaty, blood pounding in her head. She looked down at the girl.
Something made Sidonie stir and turn onto her back. Her eyes looked up, wide and staring, not quite focused on the woman before her. Then, as she moved, a fine shaft of moonlight poured between the drapes and slanted across the face, the delicate light reaching out to touch the stark need which had been unleashed. She could see into the tortured depths of Ten's pleading black eyes, made more profound by the paleness of her skin, from which all color had been leached. She knew exactly why she had come; the desire was unmistakable, spilling out of those passion filled eyes.
Taking in a quick, sharp breath, she threw back the covering, rising to her knees in one fluid movement. She reached out and drew Ten down onto the bed to sit on its edge. She cradled her from behind, still on her knees, but now resting back on her heels. Ten, supported like this relaxed against her and let her head come to rest.
Sid whispered in her ear: âSo you couldn't sleep either?'
She said nothing, just shook her head. She began to caress Sid's soft, burnished hair. In this ethereal light it was like a cap of spun silver, sending out finest threads of tinsel as she moved. Instinctively, her fingers entwined within the glimmering strands.
She slid both her arms around Ten, below her breasts and pulled herself in closer to her back. She was left breathless. Sid's nearness, the heat of her embrace, set her pulses racing and filled her with tormented desire. The touch of her hands sent shock waves through her as their bodies were wrapped together in the darkness. Sid felt the electricity of this woman's excitement shuddering through her, as she began to stroke upward with her right hand, under the curve of her left breast. At the first touch across her nipple Ten inhaled a short gasp of air. Immediately Sid's left arm tightened so she felt her whole body within the confines of an animal power beyond herself, not menacing and dangerous, but wild and thrilling.
She loved it ⦠this all-encompassing restriction, this intoxicating dominance, imprisoned in the grip of this girl who desired her. Of this there was no further doubt. She could feel the hard, pounding heartbeat at her back, the hot breath on her neck as soft lips hungrily explored her. Her own blood ran hot as tumultuous sensations of infinite pleasure overcame her. Sighing and moaning, Sid's hands continued to move and caress, fingers tracing a tingling path of ardent fire. Her flimsy night shift may hide from sight, but the gossamer fabric could not disguise the taut erectness of those deeply flushed nipples, filling Sid with dizzying desire, as each breast swelled eagerly into her palm. She felt her own breasts respond, making her move rhythmically against the hot back.
The heavy roundness of Ten's breasts, as she let them slip down, out of her grasp, brought her to a point where she could no longer wait. Her own throbbing tumescence demanded attention ⦠but she took deep breaths and regained her self-control.
“Don't rush it,”
she advised.
“Savor every delicious moment of this time together.”
A tight band seemed to be restricting her chest as her heart spasmed in its beat. She breathed again, holding Ten securely once more as she slid her hand gently over the satiny skin of her belly, then stopped at the silky triangle. Slipping under the hem, she let her fingers play with the dark pubic hair. Ten felt the spurt of her wetness and longed to spread her legs, to give Sid easy access to her desire, but her limbs were caught between firm thighs and she could only groan, helplessly.
âDarling Sid,' she gasped out, âI want to lie with you tonight.' Her words were no more than a breathed caress against her cheek. In response Sid began to kiss her neck and the curve of her throat, then quoted in low tones:
“Come lie with me and be my love.”
Ten lay back against the pillows and she brought herself to lie full length on top of her.
“What joy at last,”
Ten thought, experiencing the coiling of Sid's muscles above her. She had positioned herself such that the nub of her clitoris pressed against Ten's. She knew she was ready for more, but she kept her movements slow and gentle, her pressure light but sure. Then they began to kiss ⦠soft exploring kisses; lips full, hot and wet, the saliva passing between them. When Ten's lips softened beneath hers, she drove her tongue deep within her mouth, touching everywhere in blatant demand. Passion rose between them and Sid's thrusts became more definite. At each exquisite pressure, Ten thought her climax would come through. Her mind's eye pictured Sid as she had last seen her undressed, her ass covered in white âjockey for her' underpants and her strong thighs, thick as tree trunks, above sturdy legs ⦠now here she was, riding her, her need overflowing into her. She loved this girl with all her being. Her life was empty when she was not near. She deliberately began to slow herself down. A film of perspiration dampened her brow. She would wait 'til Sid was ready to give her what she knew she would. Meanwhile, she would pleasure her to the limit. Let her feel how much she meant to her. How filled with love she was.
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