Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 19:07:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Lillian-2 ---------------------------------------- Lillian-2 ---------------------------------------- I was transfixed. An hour before, I'd been in bed bemoaning my existence. Now, I was naked in front of a roaring fire kneeling before Karen. Karen, likewise, was kneeling in front of me. Our hands lightly traced the contours of our bodies. She was more sure of herself. I was tentative. "I'm not exactly sure what to do, Karen." She smiled the delicate smile that new lovers give each other. "It's OK. Whatever you think will make me feel good. If I don't like it, I'll ask you to do something else. OK?" I nodded. "Same goes for you. If you don't like something, or more importantly, if you DO like something, tell me. OK?" Again, I nodded. I reached out and put my hands on either side of her neck to draw her closer. My whole being was on fire. My sex, my mind, my essence. It was all ablaze and the only thing I could think to do, the only thing that could help this sweet ache was to kiss Karen's supple lips. She was only too happy to oblige. Opening her mouth to accept my lips and my tongue, Karen held me close. She knew that I had no plans more grand than sharing this kiss. She was going to have to lead. I wanted to follow. Her muscular body caressed my (much softer) torso. If I had not been so overcome with lust, I might have been self-conscious about it. But I was hungry. My body was hungry. All I felt was the passion and hunger from Karen's body. She wants me! She wants to make me feel good, worship me and then she wants to devour me! My breasts were crushed against hers, but I loved the sensation. Soft flesh against soft flesh. Her nipples scraped against mine. Diamonds clinking against one another. Except, here, that released sparks and electricity. She broke our kiss softly and slowly. Weaning me off her soft lips, she wanted to move to other things. Smiling, she said, "Wow!" I blushed. Karen put her hands on my thighs and said, "Spread your legs a bit, Lil." So, still kneeling, I spread my legs just enough for her to straddle one of my knees and for me to straddle one of hers. Slowly, she gyrated her hips against my leg. The light touch of her pubic mound against me sent shivers down my spine. Feeling her hard thigh against my sex brought those same shivers right back up and a gasp escaped my lungs. Karen smiled. I mimicked everything Karen did. Her long fingers slowly stroked up and down the curves of my back. They didn't just "stroke", though. They glided. The touch was so light and almost ghostlike, I wasn't sure whether this was real or I was just having a wonderful dream. "Lighter, sweetie. Touch me lighter," Karen whispered. I rested my head on her shoulder as we continued to hold and touch each other. I watched my hands over her glowing skin. I smelled her essence. It entered my being through my nose and went straight to my head. Delirium. Happiness. High. Hands cupped my bare ass. Karen touched every inch of my flesh the same, delicate way. Likewise, I felt her skin. I grabbed her ass (as much as you can when you're being 'delicate'). From the knees, she moved to my front and started upward. Thighs. Hips. Belly. My fingers followed suit. There was a small pause as I felt the heat from her sex as I passed. I even felt the hair brush against the back of my hand. "Shhh," she said. "Save it for later." Again, I turned red. The butterfly of Karen's touch graced my breasts. The feelings magnified thousands of times as she touched underneath me and moved around their teardrop shape to the apex where the flesh starts to drape from my chest. Every nerve felt her barely graze my flesh. Every nerve thanked her for the experience. Karen's breasts are smaller than mine, but they are beautiful. Maybe that's the sex, wine and the setting talking, but I was awed. Her nipples, when relaxed, were like swollen chocolate kisses. The arc of her breast gave her enough of a curve that you could not ignore their beauty. If she wanted to, she could go without a bra, but she always opted not to. "I'm not THAT small, and besides, letting someone undress me in bed wouldn't be as fun." Once she reached my next, Karen drew me close to kiss it with feathery lips. Only, she wasn't stopping there. She opened her mouth. She sucked slowly. She sucked harder. My body went limp. My weak spot. My. my favorite spot. Had she been a vampire, I'd have gladly turned if she promised to continue kissing me like that. When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor with Karen above me kissing me softly again. "You kind of went limp," she said. "Figured you needed to lie down." I breathed heavily. Slowly, I drew in enough air to voice the only coherent idea in my mind. "Don't stop." Karen smiled, "I wasn't planning on it." My nipples and breasts caught on fire again as Karen sucked on them. "Poor things have been ignored too long," muttered Karen. I smiled this time. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to want me. This was a first step. Feeling her clutch to my bosom and suckle me. Her hand reached to caress the free breast. Meanwhile, her thigh was squarely between my legs and I thrust against it slowly, but steadily. I couldn't say anything that would make sense. I was so delirious form the sensations and feelings, that my only communication could be through actions. Those actions? Caressing Karen's hair as she clutched to my breast, caressing her hand as she massaged and prepared my other breast for her hungry mouth and thrust against her rock hard thigh which was slick with my passion. When she switched breasts, Karen moved her body so she could better reach me. Only this time, instead on caressing my free breast, her free hand traveled down across my belly to my waiting sex. Slowly, her fingers ran through the hair around it and traced the line of my sex. The puffy lips betrayed my state and opened themselves under her graceful touch. "Ohhhhh," escaped my throat as I felt just her one finger slide effortlessly into me. Every nerve was on edge as I felt Karen slide inside my sex. I wanted to grab it and hold it there for the rest of my life. In. Out. In. Out. Her palm against my clit. The heat of the room. Everything. I need more. Karen released my nipple and rested her chick on it. "Are you OK, baby?" She smiled. She was making fun of me. I just grabbed her head and reattached her to my nipple. One. Two. Three fingers opened my sex and plunged as far as they pleased. I was more than willing to accommodate. I needed this. I wanted this all. And it built. Layer by layer. Inch by inch. Finger by finger. I screamed and yelped and moaned. My release was in sight. That's when Karen pulled her hand away and got up. "What? No!" I moaned like a two year old. Karen stood up and turned. "Hold on. You've got me so hot, I want to give you a chance if you're interested." She straddled my head and lowered her hips to my face. Only then did she lower her mouth and fingers to their rightful place. my sex. As I drank in the sensations, I saw Karen's sex. Her lips had parted and were so red and full that you knew she was excited and needed help. I reached up and gently touched them. "Harder, Lil. Harder." O.K., it was my first time. I needed practice. I pushed harder on her lips and opened them to reveal the pink flesh beneath. Wet, hot flesh. The aroma permeated my nose and all my senses. It drew me close. Some part of my consciousness said, "We'll just look." But my soul knew better. Slowly and tentatively, I opened my mouth to kiss Karen's vagina. To taste her sex. As my lips sealed around her and my tongue thrust forward, I plunged into the sensory ether. I only knew the feeling of Karen inside of me and the feeling of my tasting her flesh. Everything else was minor and meaningless. Riding the waves of my lust, I sat back to the feelings of passion and frustration. How my passion tonight was ending my frustration. How I could do something about my frustration. How I was in heaven with my face between this girl's legs tasting her sex, her release, her self. The flash. The boom. The white light enveloped me and dragged Karen with me. It warmed us immediately and flushed our sensations with nothing but satisfaction. The rapid breathing was natural. The scream and cries were right. Each breath and each thrust fueled that fire. The fire climbed to such heights that I could only see white. Could only see the light. Could only feel the heat. Karen had covered us with a blanket by the time I regained consciousness. She lay behind me on her side and spooned with me. I was taking in all that had happened. Me naked with her. It felt right. I was happy. "So, Lillian..." "Karen?" "Yeah?" "Are you seeing anyone?" "Nope." "Would you feel weird if we did this again sometime?" "No. I'd love it." "Even if I'm so much older and I'm still married?" "I'd love it." "And I wouldn't expect you to be monogamous. I mean, I'm just the neighbor who has a crush. If there's someone..." "I mean," Karen replied, "just by being with me, you're already not monogamous. Besides, who said we can't not be monogamous together?" I turned and looked at her. "Huh?" She smiled and looked across the room. There were Mila and Katherine. I'd totally forgotten about them. Well, they were just starting again. I don't know what they were doing while Karen and I made love, but I knew what was going to happen next. ---------------------------------------- Comments and questions are always welcome at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com ----------------------------------------