Outing of the Heart (95 page)
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Authors: Lisa Ann Harper
âOh wow.' She expelled her breath and turning on her perch gazed at Ten, her eyes melting into hers. âYou perfect woman,' she breathed. âYou'll never know how much I've wanted this one.' She looked back at the little bottle, now sitting on the table, then turned to her. âI just loved it, but I wouldn't spend the money. You â¦'she stood up and raising Ten to her feet held her close against her body, â â¦my darling, have given me the most wonderful birthday.' She kissed her quickly on the lips before continuing. âYou were made especially for me and ⦠I was meant for you.'
Their eyes locked.
Ten, her breasts crushed against Sid in her strong embrace, could scarcely contain her elation. As Sid's thighs now pressed their full length against her, she felt herself engulfed in the most wonderful kiss. Their lips had met in an eagerness of mutual response; she never wanted it to stop. She could feel the lithe tautness of Sid's body with her own, the hardness of her pelvis against her belly and her desire flamed to incandescence. Without forethought, an involuntary âOh' escaped from her throat as she was overcome by a softening sensation inside her and a weakening of her knees. The ache was spreading through to her core, making her feel heavy and sensual. Sid felt the change in the body language and knew her physical need was building.
The dissolving eagerness of Ten's response set her blood humming, tingling her skin and pooling in the muscles round her womanhood ⦠but she was a slave to that early morning wake up. She had to get her sleep or she couldn't function. It required a great effort of will to bring her emotions under control, but at last she murmured Ten's name into her silky tresses.
She was swimming up to the surface of a deep pool, as she became aware of the sound of her name. âMm..m?'
âTen, we should get some sleep. It's late.' Her voice was thick, her words unclear. âYou're tired ⦠and so am I.' She pulled herself away to look at Ten, but still supported her with her arm around her waist. She looked into eyes whose pupils had dilated to dark, impenetrable depths. They were the most beguiling and troubling shades of brown Sid had ever seen. One instant she would be sure they were the color of burnt sienna, but the next would swear they were almost black. Was it the reflection of the light, or perhaps an expression of an inner tumult? Under Sid's scrutiny Ten stood still, mute and trembling. She smoothed her face with a gentle touch. She would love to give Ten the release her body craved and the Great Goddess knew her own needs were hard to ignore ⦠but now the hour was too late.
She sighed. Why did the world have to intrude? Well, not long now and the track would be behind her. She stiffened. This thought had stopped her cold, parting the dark waters of her mind. When the fall semester began she'd no longer be living with Ten. They could only be together on weekends. No. She couldn't think of that at this time. Her mind was already whirling with a storm of thoughts.
âCome on Babe, let's make tracks,' she got out gruffly, hating how things had turned about. Ten, all life gone from her, collected her canes and headed off to the bathroom, no word spoken. Her spirit was held tight in a helpless frustration.
Whilst she attended to her ablutions in injured abstraction, Ten pondered the turn of events. She knew Sid was tired and she was right, but still she felt intense regret. It lay heavily upon her, bowing her down like an unsupportable load. Her happiness had turned itself inside out in the space of a breath, leaving her empty. âTogether at last, but ⦠no time,' she thought despondently, trying to curb a bitter feeling of helplessness.
Sid had cleared away and tidied up before her turn for the bathroom. âI'll join you in a tick.' She bit her lip, feeling the tension tighten her throat, making her voice gravely. She turned away and headed towards the light, closing the door quietly behind her.
Ten felt every nerve aching for her wonderful lover. She sat on the side of the bed and slipped her pale blue, satin chemise over her head, then stretched her body out under the covers. She could not relax. This was their first night. Alone at last. As the seconds stretched to minutes, the ache became a palpable pain that bit deeply into the pit of her stomach.
When Sid returned she was wearing the salmon boxer shorts and nothing else. As her mind took in what her eyes showed in the dim light of the bedside lamps, Ten's pulse missed a beat. Sid moved towards her with graceful pliantness, setting the muscles to ripple through her torso and legs. Ten knew it was late, but still she wanted to ignite that fire and then be consumed in its flames.
She slipped in beside Ten, but lay motionless, holding her breath, still unable to prevent the trembling of her limbs. When she reached out to turn off the light, Ten turned into her back and moved close enough for her nipples to brush against Sid's skin. Their response electrified her and her sharp intake of breath was involuntary.
Sid's body too, was engulfed in a torrent of sensation; she was powerless to resist, the contact sending waves of excitement through her. Sparks, like small bolts of lightening had attacked her from within. She rolled to her other side to turn off Ten's light but instead, took her in her arms and held her close, the pillowy softness of their breasts cushioning the contact between them. Only the hard erection of their nipples gave indication of the passion that was raging through their bodies. Sid was trying to be sensible, to deny the evidence of the raw need which ravaged through them, but rational thought was as quicksilver, fast receding. Ten made a small sound at the back of her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to Sid, inhaling the sharp clean scent of her body, fresh from the shower.
She brought her hand round and gently stroked Ten's cheek, then threaded her fingers through her hair. Her eyelids flew open and as her gaze adjusted to the nocturnal glow her eyes met those azure ones and mirrored the look of longing she saw. With exquisite, tantalizing slowness, Sid's fingers traced a path down her cheek, past her throat to that desired resting-place. As she found her nipple and began to knead it gently, Ten's lips were already parted for the kiss. She shuddered with pleasure when Sid plunged her tongue into her mouth. The centre of her being was the heat and wetness of her mouth, numb and tingling from the ferocity of Sid's kiss. She had not experienced Sid like this. This strong expression of her passion, so possessive, so demanding, it burned her up inside, leaving her trembling and helpless with longing. Again Sid's lips closed on hers and once more her hot, thick tongue took possession as her right. Inseparably entwined, they lost themselves in passionate kisses which alternately demanded then yielded, searched then gave, all the time stoking an ardor that cried out for more.
Sid had wrapped her top leg over Ten's buttocks and through the thin silk of the boxer shorts Ten could feel the crisp curls of her pubic hair against her thigh. She had begun to move her clitoris rhythmically back and forth over her, making the silk even more slippery with her wetness.
The thought discharged through her, this time she would not be denied that ultimate expression of her love; giving Sid exquisite pleasure and bringing her to a climax of ecstatic proportion. To this end she stroked the curve of Sid's ass, hot and tight with exertion, until she found her fingertips sliding in the glistening wet of her raw hunger. At this moment, more than anything in the world she wanted to feel Sid in her most hidden and secret place. She wanted to experience the softness of Sid's engorged flesh in her fingers, caressing her in total abandonment to this wanton desire which right now, dominated every thought and move. She wanted to bring her to the moment when she would cry out in primitive animalism, unable to hold back the intensity of her feeling. This was the only reality left in her world, making her unmindful of the lateness of the hour; losing all track of time.
Sid was clinging to her lover, blindly, instinctively, her head buried in her neck. She had closed her eyes, living wholly in the presence of her body, giving way to its more and more insistent demands as Ten's wondrous caresses sent surge after surge of pleasure piercing to her very centre.
Mentally, she took a step back. If she let go, this would be the first time she had surrendered herself to another. She had always been the dominant player and afterwards, taken her own pleasure for herself. This time she did want to give in, but she wasn't sure she could do it. Was it there in her nature? She understood her capacity for feeling when it was applied to a lover, but could she break down a lifetime of barriers and allow someone else to rule her body? Dictate its responses? Could she let go her control to permit the ultimate surrender ⦠the orgasm?
All she knew was that she adored this woman beside her and right now she would do anything she asked. This was the night. The time had come. Early or late, there could be no more denial; she would let happen, what would happen. Between them there had developed a degree of sensuality, an intensity of love that made all things possible. She thought she had been in love before; madly, desperately, thinking it was the only thing that mattered in the world, but she was wrong. There had always been that inability to turn dream into reality ⦠until now. Her dream had been made flesh and her name was Tenille.
At the feel of Ten's touch on her clitoris Sid's body was racked with a rough, raw need that shook through her. But then she slipped away causing Sid to writhe in torment. She pushed harder against Ten's hand. She knew she was moaning, but at last she didn't care. Ten tried to pull herself a little away from Sid's embrace, but she couldn't. In a voice thick and husky she said: âYou must let me go a little, my love.' Sid came to herself at the sound of her voice and realized her grip had gone beyond comfort.
âSorry.' It was hard to speak through her aching throat. With a great effort she let go completely and rolled onto her back. Now Ten was able to bring herself up beside Sid. In the same ragged voice she muttered: âJust lie there and let â¦' She didn't finish what she'd started to say, but began to remove Sid's underwear. Sid made to help her but she protested: âNo ⦠Let me.' She moved her right leg over top of Sid then sat on her with her thighs either side and rested on her outstretched hands. Now she could move her own clitoris over Sid's bone, all the while drinking in the sight of her lover's naked body.
So rarely had she ever gotten to see it.
Sid, in her turn, lying on her back, watched Ten's movements with intense concentration. She saw her heavy breasts swaying rhythmically before her eyes and then felt her own cupped by soft hands, gently pushing, lifting, dropping. As Ten let them fall she felt them grow to a size and tension beyond her believing. No one had ever made her so aware of her breasts before; of such pleasure as this.
âI love you so much.' Ten murmured in her ear as she flattened her body out to bring her whole weight onto Sid's stomach and her lips to her engorged nipples. She could feel her heart thudding heavily against her face. Now her mouth captured, sucked, released, first one then the other of the small firm mounds, tasting their saltiness and bathing them in her own saliva. Sid's clit throbbed to be touched again, but she kept her body still as Ten moved against her, sending through jet after jet of desire. In this stillness she experienced an even greater intensity of pleasure than when she herself moved. It was as though she were being transported to another plain: a higher level.
With animal grace Ten moved herself down, her face coming to nestle amongst Sid's soft, damp curls. She loved her musky smell. An odor to connect with all living beings in the fulfilment of their sexual maturity. She felt Ten's hot breath between her legs and deep shudders racked her body. âAa â¦ah,' escaped her lips as Ten's soft tongue slide down the whole length of her secret slit like molten gold. Now her moans became âohs' of the purest pleasure as she continued to explore and savor. She could die for these moments; for this touch, for this woman.
âTen,' she whispered rapturously, then over and over in a melting voice, âTen..Ten, Tenille.'
She continued her tongue caresses, drinking in the taste and smell of her darling, lost in her own ecstasy of fulfilment. As she licked, her own passion rose to dizzying heights inside her. She could feel the suffusion in her vagina increasing her own agitation and knew it would not be long for her now, but she wanted Sid's orgasm above all else. She eased her hand under Sid's butt and found the cleft. Her probing finger slid easily into the pulsating depression of her hole. Now, slightly inserted, she could return all her attention to that demanding head. Together they would ride the crests of their climactic waves, as they built in mutual pleasure to hang for that perfect moment on the point of shattering release. Quickly Ten's lips came down and then her tongue began rapid, darting probes against the hard bud of Sid's tumescence. She built her momentum to vibration pitch until Sid felt herself rise to the zenith, on the edge of oblivion, then explode into a tempest of pure sensation. Ten mirrored the movements of her tongue with her probing finger at Sid's ass. Instantly, she could feel pulsations of orgasmic contractions as her body yielded up to the explosion of ecstasy which sent her pitching head long, down the path of conscious bliss. She was hers, but totally; the only one for her would always be Tenille.
With the first spasms of Sid's orgasm, Ten's own climax reached its peak and she tumbled, headlong through an ecstatic rip curl. Her face flamed as the turbulence surged within her and her heart slid down her ribs. Knowing she had satisfied this girl was an utter intoxication. In all her life, she knew she would never forget the experience of this special moment, her first time.
Sid began to cry softly with the discharge of her built up tension. The tears sparkled on the tips of her eyelashes like bright jewels as they caught the light from the lamp. The fair lashes unveiled her eyes 'til she was looking at Ten. Slowly, her quivering breathing began to return to normal as she gazed deeply into those dark eyes that now glowed with the intensity of her burning, overwhelming love. Her breath caught and her deep, stormy blue eyes, now almost violet, widened as she beheld the aching beauty of this woman. A wonderful, passionate lover. A woman who had given her so much she felt she could never be grateful enough.
Their eyes locked.
Ten, her breasts crushed against Sid in her strong embrace, could scarcely contain her elation. As Sid's thighs now pressed their full length against her, she felt herself engulfed in the most wonderful kiss. Their lips had met in an eagerness of mutual response; she never wanted it to stop. She could feel the lithe tautness of Sid's body with her own, the hardness of her pelvis against her belly and her desire flamed to incandescence. Without forethought, an involuntary âOh' escaped from her throat as she was overcome by a softening sensation inside her and a weakening of her knees. The ache was spreading through to her core, making her feel heavy and sensual. Sid felt the change in the body language and knew her physical need was building.
The dissolving eagerness of Ten's response set her blood humming, tingling her skin and pooling in the muscles round her womanhood ⦠but she was a slave to that early morning wake up. She had to get her sleep or she couldn't function. It required a great effort of will to bring her emotions under control, but at last she murmured Ten's name into her silky tresses.
She was swimming up to the surface of a deep pool, as she became aware of the sound of her name. âMm..m?'
âTen, we should get some sleep. It's late.' Her voice was thick, her words unclear. âYou're tired ⦠and so am I.' She pulled herself away to look at Ten, but still supported her with her arm around her waist. She looked into eyes whose pupils had dilated to dark, impenetrable depths. They were the most beguiling and troubling shades of brown Sid had ever seen. One instant she would be sure they were the color of burnt sienna, but the next would swear they were almost black. Was it the reflection of the light, or perhaps an expression of an inner tumult? Under Sid's scrutiny Ten stood still, mute and trembling. She smoothed her face with a gentle touch. She would love to give Ten the release her body craved and the Great Goddess knew her own needs were hard to ignore ⦠but now the hour was too late.
She sighed. Why did the world have to intrude? Well, not long now and the track would be behind her. She stiffened. This thought had stopped her cold, parting the dark waters of her mind. When the fall semester began she'd no longer be living with Ten. They could only be together on weekends. No. She couldn't think of that at this time. Her mind was already whirling with a storm of thoughts.
âCome on Babe, let's make tracks,' she got out gruffly, hating how things had turned about. Ten, all life gone from her, collected her canes and headed off to the bathroom, no word spoken. Her spirit was held tight in a helpless frustration.
Whilst she attended to her ablutions in injured abstraction, Ten pondered the turn of events. She knew Sid was tired and she was right, but still she felt intense regret. It lay heavily upon her, bowing her down like an unsupportable load. Her happiness had turned itself inside out in the space of a breath, leaving her empty. âTogether at last, but ⦠no time,' she thought despondently, trying to curb a bitter feeling of helplessness.
Sid had cleared away and tidied up before her turn for the bathroom. âI'll join you in a tick.' She bit her lip, feeling the tension tighten her throat, making her voice gravely. She turned away and headed towards the light, closing the door quietly behind her.
Ten felt every nerve aching for her wonderful lover. She sat on the side of the bed and slipped her pale blue, satin chemise over her head, then stretched her body out under the covers. She could not relax. This was their first night. Alone at last. As the seconds stretched to minutes, the ache became a palpable pain that bit deeply into the pit of her stomach.
When Sid returned she was wearing the salmon boxer shorts and nothing else. As her mind took in what her eyes showed in the dim light of the bedside lamps, Ten's pulse missed a beat. Sid moved towards her with graceful pliantness, setting the muscles to ripple through her torso and legs. Ten knew it was late, but still she wanted to ignite that fire and then be consumed in its flames.
She slipped in beside Ten, but lay motionless, holding her breath, still unable to prevent the trembling of her limbs. When she reached out to turn off the light, Ten turned into her back and moved close enough for her nipples to brush against Sid's skin. Their response electrified her and her sharp intake of breath was involuntary.
Sid's body too, was engulfed in a torrent of sensation; she was powerless to resist, the contact sending waves of excitement through her. Sparks, like small bolts of lightening had attacked her from within. She rolled to her other side to turn off Ten's light but instead, took her in her arms and held her close, the pillowy softness of their breasts cushioning the contact between them. Only the hard erection of their nipples gave indication of the passion that was raging through their bodies. Sid was trying to be sensible, to deny the evidence of the raw need which ravaged through them, but rational thought was as quicksilver, fast receding. Ten made a small sound at the back of her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to Sid, inhaling the sharp clean scent of her body, fresh from the shower.
She brought her hand round and gently stroked Ten's cheek, then threaded her fingers through her hair. Her eyelids flew open and as her gaze adjusted to the nocturnal glow her eyes met those azure ones and mirrored the look of longing she saw. With exquisite, tantalizing slowness, Sid's fingers traced a path down her cheek, past her throat to that desired resting-place. As she found her nipple and began to knead it gently, Ten's lips were already parted for the kiss. She shuddered with pleasure when Sid plunged her tongue into her mouth. The centre of her being was the heat and wetness of her mouth, numb and tingling from the ferocity of Sid's kiss. She had not experienced Sid like this. This strong expression of her passion, so possessive, so demanding, it burned her up inside, leaving her trembling and helpless with longing. Again Sid's lips closed on hers and once more her hot, thick tongue took possession as her right. Inseparably entwined, they lost themselves in passionate kisses which alternately demanded then yielded, searched then gave, all the time stoking an ardor that cried out for more.
Sid had wrapped her top leg over Ten's buttocks and through the thin silk of the boxer shorts Ten could feel the crisp curls of her pubic hair against her thigh. She had begun to move her clitoris rhythmically back and forth over her, making the silk even more slippery with her wetness.
The thought discharged through her, this time she would not be denied that ultimate expression of her love; giving Sid exquisite pleasure and bringing her to a climax of ecstatic proportion. To this end she stroked the curve of Sid's ass, hot and tight with exertion, until she found her fingertips sliding in the glistening wet of her raw hunger. At this moment, more than anything in the world she wanted to feel Sid in her most hidden and secret place. She wanted to experience the softness of Sid's engorged flesh in her fingers, caressing her in total abandonment to this wanton desire which right now, dominated every thought and move. She wanted to bring her to the moment when she would cry out in primitive animalism, unable to hold back the intensity of her feeling. This was the only reality left in her world, making her unmindful of the lateness of the hour; losing all track of time.
Sid was clinging to her lover, blindly, instinctively, her head buried in her neck. She had closed her eyes, living wholly in the presence of her body, giving way to its more and more insistent demands as Ten's wondrous caresses sent surge after surge of pleasure piercing to her very centre.
Mentally, she took a step back. If she let go, this would be the first time she had surrendered herself to another. She had always been the dominant player and afterwards, taken her own pleasure for herself. This time she did want to give in, but she wasn't sure she could do it. Was it there in her nature? She understood her capacity for feeling when it was applied to a lover, but could she break down a lifetime of barriers and allow someone else to rule her body? Dictate its responses? Could she let go her control to permit the ultimate surrender ⦠the orgasm?
All she knew was that she adored this woman beside her and right now she would do anything she asked. This was the night. The time had come. Early or late, there could be no more denial; she would let happen, what would happen. Between them there had developed a degree of sensuality, an intensity of love that made all things possible. She thought she had been in love before; madly, desperately, thinking it was the only thing that mattered in the world, but she was wrong. There had always been that inability to turn dream into reality ⦠until now. Her dream had been made flesh and her name was Tenille.
At the feel of Ten's touch on her clitoris Sid's body was racked with a rough, raw need that shook through her. But then she slipped away causing Sid to writhe in torment. She pushed harder against Ten's hand. She knew she was moaning, but at last she didn't care. Ten tried to pull herself a little away from Sid's embrace, but she couldn't. In a voice thick and husky she said: âYou must let me go a little, my love.' Sid came to herself at the sound of her voice and realized her grip had gone beyond comfort.
âSorry.' It was hard to speak through her aching throat. With a great effort she let go completely and rolled onto her back. Now Ten was able to bring herself up beside Sid. In the same ragged voice she muttered: âJust lie there and let â¦' She didn't finish what she'd started to say, but began to remove Sid's underwear. Sid made to help her but she protested: âNo ⦠Let me.' She moved her right leg over top of Sid then sat on her with her thighs either side and rested on her outstretched hands. Now she could move her own clitoris over Sid's bone, all the while drinking in the sight of her lover's naked body.
So rarely had she ever gotten to see it.
Sid, in her turn, lying on her back, watched Ten's movements with intense concentration. She saw her heavy breasts swaying rhythmically before her eyes and then felt her own cupped by soft hands, gently pushing, lifting, dropping. As Ten let them fall she felt them grow to a size and tension beyond her believing. No one had ever made her so aware of her breasts before; of such pleasure as this.
âI love you so much.' Ten murmured in her ear as she flattened her body out to bring her whole weight onto Sid's stomach and her lips to her engorged nipples. She could feel her heart thudding heavily against her face. Now her mouth captured, sucked, released, first one then the other of the small firm mounds, tasting their saltiness and bathing them in her own saliva. Sid's clit throbbed to be touched again, but she kept her body still as Ten moved against her, sending through jet after jet of desire. In this stillness she experienced an even greater intensity of pleasure than when she herself moved. It was as though she were being transported to another plain: a higher level.
With animal grace Ten moved herself down, her face coming to nestle amongst Sid's soft, damp curls. She loved her musky smell. An odor to connect with all living beings in the fulfilment of their sexual maturity. She felt Ten's hot breath between her legs and deep shudders racked her body. âAa â¦ah,' escaped her lips as Ten's soft tongue slide down the whole length of her secret slit like molten gold. Now her moans became âohs' of the purest pleasure as she continued to explore and savor. She could die for these moments; for this touch, for this woman.
âTen,' she whispered rapturously, then over and over in a melting voice, âTen..Ten, Tenille.'
She continued her tongue caresses, drinking in the taste and smell of her darling, lost in her own ecstasy of fulfilment. As she licked, her own passion rose to dizzying heights inside her. She could feel the suffusion in her vagina increasing her own agitation and knew it would not be long for her now, but she wanted Sid's orgasm above all else. She eased her hand under Sid's butt and found the cleft. Her probing finger slid easily into the pulsating depression of her hole. Now, slightly inserted, she could return all her attention to that demanding head. Together they would ride the crests of their climactic waves, as they built in mutual pleasure to hang for that perfect moment on the point of shattering release. Quickly Ten's lips came down and then her tongue began rapid, darting probes against the hard bud of Sid's tumescence. She built her momentum to vibration pitch until Sid felt herself rise to the zenith, on the edge of oblivion, then explode into a tempest of pure sensation. Ten mirrored the movements of her tongue with her probing finger at Sid's ass. Instantly, she could feel pulsations of orgasmic contractions as her body yielded up to the explosion of ecstasy which sent her pitching head long, down the path of conscious bliss. She was hers, but totally; the only one for her would always be Tenille.
With the first spasms of Sid's orgasm, Ten's own climax reached its peak and she tumbled, headlong through an ecstatic rip curl. Her face flamed as the turbulence surged within her and her heart slid down her ribs. Knowing she had satisfied this girl was an utter intoxication. In all her life, she knew she would never forget the experience of this special moment, her first time.
Sid began to cry softly with the discharge of her built up tension. The tears sparkled on the tips of her eyelashes like bright jewels as they caught the light from the lamp. The fair lashes unveiled her eyes 'til she was looking at Ten. Slowly, her quivering breathing began to return to normal as she gazed deeply into those dark eyes that now glowed with the intensity of her burning, overwhelming love. Her breath caught and her deep, stormy blue eyes, now almost violet, widened as she beheld the aching beauty of this woman. A wonderful, passionate lover. A woman who had given her so much she felt she could never be grateful enough.
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