Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 08:20:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Amy A <alicia_boston@yahoo.com>
Subject: Butterfly Spa

"Butterfly Spa"  by Alicia_boston

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                  "Butterfly Spa"

                 by alicia_boston


We had met by chance at a professional seminar.
Ellen was the only other female in attendance at
the seminar entitled "Correctly Analyzing Steel
Futures:  Evaluating the Impact of Weather on Far
East Production".   Ho hum.  Being the only two
females of the 30 or so other attendees we smiled
at each other from afar and found ourselves seated
next to each other for much of the conference.

Ellen Morneau was her name, and like myself, she
worked for a securities investment house, she in
NYC, and I, in Boston.  She was petite, maybe
5'2", with short neat black hair, and skin pale as
alabaster, which set off her startling dark brown
eyes in contrast.  She dressed well, a white silk
blouse under a Jones New York black business suit,
nails: perfect.  Married for 6 years, she was 32,
no children, and living in New Jersey.

We had a delightful two days together and I felt
drawn to her, or maybe even stronger than that.  I
felt destined to be her friend.  We had a lot in
common, even beyond our similar careers.  We found
that we both liked to run, and swim, and preferred
reading a good book over watching the latest
sitcom.

Ellen spoke with fondness of her grandparents
cabin on a secluded lake in West Virginia where
she would spend her summer months basking in the
quietude of sultry summer nights and of memories
of sitting on the dock with her foot in the
cooling water.  I spoke of the quiet cold of the
winter nights I spent at my parents ski lodge in
Maine as a child. The bitter cold night air would
close in around you making the fire in the
fireplace the only source of warmth and light.

"Debbie, that sounds fantastic, although I'll take
my Virginia warm nights over your Maine freeze-
your-ass-off nights any day."  We both laughed.

"You know Ellen, as I get older I dislike the cold
more and more.  Plus, I love to be outdoors
running or swimming.  I don't get up to Maine much
anymore, plus with work and all, and Dan would
like to start a family in the next year or two.
Although, men make it sound like they are building
a new shed when they talk about starting a family.
They have no appreciation of what it is like for a
woman to commit to that."

"I know what you mean.  John and I just have too
much going on in our careers to stop and take the
break to commit to raising a family.  Someday,
just not now."

After spending two days together with Ellen I had
to admit something to myself.  I was sexually
attracted to her.  I'm no prude, and Dan, my
husband, and I have a healthy and happy sex life.
I wasn't concerned about my feelings, I felt that
really they were just a healthy, natural feeling
of attraction to someone you wanted to bond with.
The feelings were the desire for the intimacy of
friendship to be extended beyond that, to the more
physical intimacy of sexual desire.  I thought
about what it would like to be with a woman, and
more particularly Ellen, sexually, and thought
that under the right circumstances, I would
probably find it pretty fulfilling.  But like my
girlhood crushes on Tom Cruise, this fantasy was
safe, because the circumstances would never
present themselves.  Or so I thought.

When the conference ended we exchanged emails, and
hugs, and promised to stay in touch.  From the
feeling of an extra touch of pressure on the back
when we hugged, I knew that she meant to stay in
touch, and, in fact, we did.

Over the next 6 months we exchanged emails and
chatted on Messenger online occasionally.   Two or
three times we spoke on the phone.  The
conversations were pleasant, delightful actually.
I found myself missing her company, and I sensed
she felt the same way.  The bond we created at the
conference remained and grew over the subsequent
months and I soon found myself sending her small
gifts, butterflies actually.  She had remarked on
a beautiful butterfly at the conference, and from
that time forward whenever I was passing through
the gift shops at whichever airport I had been
flying through, I looked for anything with
butterflies on it.  Sometimes it was just a
refrigerator magnet, other times a pen, but always
a butterfly.  Ellen was always delighted to
receive them, and I would get an immediate email
letting me know how much she enjoyed the gift.

And so 6 months became 8 months then 10 and our
friendship grew.  The sloe-eyed beauty had become
my best friend.  I told her everything, and shared
my dreams, pain, and joy with her over those few
months.

In early August, Ellen called me very excited to
speak with me.  "Deb, c'mon, my grandparents cabin
by the lake, the one I told you about, is free
next weekend.  Let's hang out together and have a
girls weekend, it's so quiet and secluded."  My
heart jumped.  A weekend with Ellen sounded
wonderful.

"God Ellen, that sounds fantastic, just us, sort
of like a spa weekend for two."

"So can you come?" she was almost pleading.

"I'm in.  Let's call it the Butterfly Spa Weekend.
Wine allowed of course."  I laughed.

"Oh yes,,,by the vat.  I'm so glad you said yes.
I really want to see you again."  I let that hang
in the air a few seconds, it sounded so nice.

"Just tell me when and where, girl."

                         -------------------------
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The weekend couldn't come fast enough.  As the
date grew nearer the weather reported that it
would be a hot, muggy summer weekend.  Perfect.  I
was looking forward to warm evening runs followed
by a swim in the lake.

When I landed at the airport my body was trembling
with excitement.  I almost knocked the flight
attendant out of the way as I made my way off the
airplane.  I saw her, or felt her, almost
immediately as I entered the terminal.  Ellen was
on her tip-toes straining to see up the jetway,
and I saw that expectant smile on her face,
exactly as I had remembered it.

We threw our arms around each other.  I could feel
the warmth of her body through the sundress she
had on.  She felt so wonderful.  I didn't want to
break my hold on her.  I wanted to feel her warmth
against me, let the scent of her perfume fill my
senses.  This felt so right, to be hugging her.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my
chest.

"Look at you," she smiled.  "You look like you are
ready for vacation."  She beamed.  I had worn my
favorite wide-brimmed straw hat, and a simple
taupe linen shift dress, snug at the hips, then
slim down to my mid-calf.  I am taller than Ellen,
almost 5'8", and my shoulder length brown hair
flowed out from my hat over the dress's spaghetti
straps on my shoulders.

"I feel ready," I laughed, "for my vacation at the
"Butterfly Spa."  She laughed and we held hands as
we walked out of the airport and into the warm,
humid, West Virginia afternoon.

It was an hour's drive from the airport to the
cabin, and we talked about the trip, and about how
good it was to be together again.  Mostly we kept
saying how we couldn't believe we were together
again for a few days, and how much fun it would be
to get caught up.  As she drove I kept looking
over to her.  I was really surprised how strongly
I felt attracted to her physically after seeing
her again.  I think since I had gotten over the
first shock of feeling sexually attracted to her,
over the past few months I had grown more
comfortable with it, or maybe that wasn't exactly
the right way to put it.  I think I had enjoyed
thinking of her sexually as part of my own
thoughts or fantasies.  But now that I was with
her again physically I was stunned how strongly I
felt attracted to her.

I looked over at her as she drove, eyeing her
delicate, yet strong fingers as they gripped the
wheel of the car.  Her eyes, those dark coal eyes,
were lively, darting glances over the road, the
horizon, and occasionally over to me.  The skin on
her face was perfect, almost creamy smooth,
trailing down her neck.  Her arms were toned.  She
worked out.  I could see the curve of her breast
through the arm-hole of her dress as she drove.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft flesh rose
and fell enticingly as the car bounced over the
country road.  The yellow cotton dress was bunched
at her hips leaving her legs exposed to the mid
thigh.  Her legs were spread, a foot on the gas
pedal, and another against the door.  She looked
carefree, comfortable, and sexy.

"Are you even listening to me?"  I looked at her
puzzled.

"Oh my god, Ellen, I'm so sorry, I'm just so happy
to be with you again."  With that she looked at me
and her smile radiated her inner happiness.  Her
hand came off the wheel and clutched mine in hers
next to my thigh.  We didn't say another word,
just enjoyed the warm breezes coming through the
windows.

The cabin was adorable.  A small two-bedroom
affair 100 feet from the water's edge; it was
perfect in its seclusion.  Coombskille Lake is
small, and Ellen told me that there were only two
other houses on the lake, clear around the point
and out of sight.  Ellen showed me my room,
overlooking the west edge of the pond.  Her room
was larger, overlooking the lake, with large
screened windows and a fan, slowly churning.  The
bathroom was amazing.  The size of the bathroom
was equal to my room.  It had a large claw toed
copper tub that dominated the center of the room.
You could easily fit two, I thought to myself.

"I love it Ellen.  This is really charming."

"Well, we'll enjoy it later, get ready, it's time
for a run.  Go get changed", and off she went.  I
squealed with delight, and tore my luggage open.
I loosed the straps of my dress, letting if fall
off my shoulders and pool at my feet.  I pulled on
a white jogging bra, and simple black lycra
shorts.  I stepped out onto the porch where I
found Ellen already stretching.  She smiled over
at me, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.
"We are going to have so much fun."

We never saw another person, or car out on the
country roads as we ran.  Ellen begged me to slow
down at times, "Hey, my legs are shorter."  I
never did slow, and she never fell behind.  We
finished our 8 miles in the early evening heat of
West Virginia.  As we walked around the back of
the cabin I looked at Ellen in her yellow jogging
top, and matching yellow shorts.  Her skin
glistened with sweat, her muscular legs taut.

As we neared the pond, Ellen surprised me by
reaching up and pulling her top up over her
breasts and over her head.  She looked at me as I
stared slack-jawed at her breasts, perfect in
their shape, and size I thought.  They were full,
and slightly up-turned at the olive colored
nipple.  She smiled, "Come on, let's go for a
swim."  It all seemed so natural for her as she
slipped her shorts off and glided down the dock,
diving into the dark waters of the lake with the
grace and appearance of a swan, white against the
black surface.  She broke the surface in a long
backstroke twenty-five feet from the dock.  "Hey,
c'mon, " she yelled back at me, "it's beautiful."

It was an awkward moment for me, but as I looked
at her, the absolute wonder of here face, and the
energy she exuded, I mentally relaxed and reached
for the underside of my jogging bra.  I pulled it
over my head and looked out again at Ellen in the
water.  She was openly looking at me, smiling.
"Whoo hoo, go girl."  I had another moment of
nervousness as I realized that she was not going
to afford me any privacy by the courtesy of even
looking away.  She was still staring at me as I
rolled my lycra shorts off my legs.  I now stood
only in my thong panties and the temptation to run
into the bushes and hide was overwhelming.  But as
I looked over at Ellen I could see she wasn't
embarrassed at all, and in fact was looking at me
with what I thought was a look of expectation.  I
could easily leave the thong on and just dive off
the dock and in, but Ellen hadn't done that.  She
was nude as moved languidly threw the water.

In one swift movement I removed my panties, and
tossed them onto the pile of my clothes.  I closed
my eyes for a moment, encouraging myself to move
with the confidence I didn't really have.  I had
nothing to be ashamed of in terms of my body.  My
breasts are a b-cup, which look a bit bigger on my
lean frame, but even at 32 everything seemed to be
holding firm.  My belly was still flat, and the
running kept my legs in shape.

Ten paces and a less-than-graceful dive later, I
joined Ellen in the cool, clean water.  It felt
wonderful to be nude in the water.  As I moved
through the water I felt it envelop me.  It was a
natural feeling.  I swam over to where Ellen was
treading water and we smiled at each other. "Isn't
this great Deb?  It's so relaxing to be here with
you."

"I didn't know how much I needed this until right
now." I said.  "I feel like I don't have a care in
the world."  I leaned back into a back-float and
took a breath to float and look up at the sky.
Immediately the water closed around me and I sank
like a stone.  I came up sputtering to the sound
of Ellen laughing hysterically at me.

"You must be used to the ocean.  Fresh water has
less buoyancy then salt water.  It's harder to
float and stuff.  Here, try again, I'll help you,
but you have to take a bigger breath and really
arch your back out."  She moved in next to me and
I could feel her hand on the small of my back.  I
took a deep breath again and arched my back out
over the water.  As I did, I could feel her hands
at the small of my back, the top of my buttocks,
and between my shoulder blades.  She gently lifted
me in the water until I was completely horizontal.
I could feel the cool evening air on my breasts as
they broke the surface of the water and remained
exposed.  I knew that my nipples must have become
hard in the cool breeze and the thought of Ellen
looking at them made my temperature rise slightly.

What really made it hard to hold my breath was the
feeling of Ellen's fingers on my back.  Her
fingertips were applying the slightest of pressure
at the top of my buttocks.   Her other hand
applied support between my shoulder blades.  For
three or four minutes I lay in her arms in the
water, enjoying the sensation of the water and her
hands holding me.  At one point, as she was
adjusting pressure to my bottom I felt my hips
emerge from the water, and for a brief moment my
pubis was exposed to the cool evening air.
Intentional?  Whenever I opened my eyes to look at
Ellen, she was always looking at me with that same
"nothing to hide" smile.

I exhaled my final breath and let myself slide
beneath the warm surface of the water.  I turned
to Ellen and, quite unexpectedly, hugged her.
"Thanks Ellen, that was so great."  I could feel
her tense initially and then relax in my embrace.
I was conscious of our breasts touching, and our
thighs as we hugged.  I felt a heat in my chest.
I was so attracted to her, which was fine, because
I knew we wouldn't be sexual with each other.  We
were both straight and married.  So it felt fine
to be nude and hugging each other, because we were
secure in our friendship. Right?

"Well, consider this your first hydrotherapy
treatment for our spa weekend. Okay?"  she said
with that irrepressible energy.

"I can't wait for my next treatment." I said.

"Well, you don't have too.  C'mon, grab your
stuff, let's have a body scrub."  I looked at her
quizzically as she walked out of the water and
gathered her things into her arms and proceeded to
walk up to the cabin.

I hadn't noticed the latticework closet off to the
side of the cabin.  I could see now that it was an
outdoor shower.  Not the rustic single spigot,
cold-water only affair I remember from my youth.
This was a large space, surrounded by elegant
woodwork and bordered by hanging flowers and vines
on all sides.  There were three large, circular
showerheads suspended from the ceiling, which
resembled a combination of an arbor and grape
trellis.  When Ellen turned the water on, the
spray covered all of the leaves of the plants and
the scent from the flowers was overpowering.  It
was breathtaking, like being in a garden in a warm
summer rain.

"C'mon Deb, there's plenty of room."  Ellen seemed
completely unselfconscious of being with me naked,
and her feeling was becoming contagious.  I was
losing my own inhibitions about being naked with
her, as well as observing her nakedness.  She
stepped under the warm spray and I followed her.
Letting the warm water cascade over my hair and
down my body.  After a moment or two Ellen moved
to a small cabinet and removed a small milky
colored container.  "Sea salt scrub.  Here, turn
around."  I turned my back to her and I soon felt
here hands applying a sandpaper- like lotion to my
back and shoulders.  "It will remove all the city
grime from us, " she laughed.

Her hands continued to apply the scrub to my
shoulders, back, arms, and then my lower back.
She didn't hesitate at all when she came to my
buttocks.  Her hands deftly moved over my buttocks
and down to my thighs, calves and feet.  After the
initial application of the scrub her hands would
vigorously rub the scrub into my skin.  It felt
like a liquid sandpaper on me, it felt wonderful.
After she had finished with my feet she stepped in
closer behind me, and I felt her hands come up to
my neck.  Again, she applied the scrub, and a bit
more gentle rub.  Her hands came down from the
hollow of my neck, and then along my shoulder
blades.  I was beginning to wonder how far this
was going to go, when I felt her hands gently
slide down and spread the scrub over my breasts
and nipples.  My heart skipped a beat, and Ellen,
whose breasts I could now feel gently pressed into
my back, stopped.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should have asked first if you
were comfortable with me applying the scrub like
that.  I wasn't even thinking."

"Oh c'mon Ellen, it's fine.  With you, I'm not
self-conscious."  A lie.  She didn't wait for me
to finish another sentence before I felt her hands
again on my breasts, massaging the scrub into
them, and then down along my belly.

"Deb, you have an awesome body.  I wish I were
taller like you."

"Oh please, you keep in great shape.  It's hard
work for both of us."

"Okay, get under the water: rinse time."  I
stepped under the warm falling spray and I closed
my eyes.  Ellen's hands were on me again, rinsing
away the salt scrub.  Her hands ran lightly over
my breasts, cupping each, gently lifting so he
water would rinse away any scrub on the underside
of my breast.  I shuddered, but I don't think she
noticed.

"You're turn." I said as I reached for the
container of sea salt.  I felt strange about what
I was about to do, but I was feeling an openness,
and exhilaration that I hadn't felt before.  It
didn't feel sexual to me, it felt liberating.  My
body was tingling from the intimacy of being with
Ellen in a completely open way.  It wasn't a
charged sexual feeling at all, but more of an
energizing feeling that comes with the realization
of how full life can be.

As Ellen had done, I applied the sea-salt scrub to
her back, rubbing it into her shoulders and down
along the small of her back.  I crouched and
massaged another palm full of lotion into her
bottom and the back of her thighs.  I had to
admit, I enjoyed touching her, the smoothness, the
taut muscles of her thighs in contrast to the soft
flesh of her bottom.  I could have sworn I heard
her moan slightly, but that was to be expected
given the soothing feeling of the massage on her
muscles.

 I stood up and closed in behind her and began to
massage her neck, and collar bone.  Her head
lolled back against my shoulder, and her body
rested against me.  My fingers worked down her
neck, and then, as my heart pounded in my chest,
over the tops of her breasts.  It felt wonderful
to touch her, and somehow, it felt "right".  It
felt totally natural to cover her breasts with my
hands, my fingers playing over her nipples.  My
hands slipped to the undersides of her breasts and
I cupped them, feeling their soft weight in my
hands.  For a moment I held her, and held her
breasts, and then I realized what I was doing, and
I assumed a clinical pose, and quickly finished
rubbing her body with the sea salt scrub.  I could
have sworn that I heard her sharp intake of breath
as I touched her.  I quickly, and silently, rinsed
her.  As I washed her with warm water I couldn't
help but notice the hardness of her nipples.  They
stood out like fingertips on her breasts, perhaps
the water had stimulated them.

I had to get out of that shower.  I was completely
flushed, and admittedly aroused at this point.
What was I doing?  What was she doing?  I turned
quickly and grabbed a towel, covering myself and
moving towards the back door.  Ellen was quickly
behind me, and I held the screen door open for her
to let her follow.  She did, smiling that
innocent, open smile at me, seemingly oblivious to
my panicked state.  She passed by me with the
towel wrapped around her waist, her breasts
exposed and looking beautiful in their natural
state.  Ellen's comfort with her own nakedness
made me feel embarrassingly naked.

"Let's fix some food, I'm starving." She headed to
her room.  "That was so good, I feel so refreshed
now.  Thank you so much."

"Ok, who is cooking tonight, anyway?"

"Let's do something easy together, something that
goes with wine."

"Hmm,,,how about anything?"  Ellen laughed.

"Okay by me."

In half an hour, I felt better, less awkward.  I
was in my element in the kitchen.  I prepped some
vegetables for grilling.  There were fresh
tomatoes from the market, and string beans, and a
nice Pouilly Fuisse which I had opened and was
beginning to take a sip of when I heard Ellen say,
"Hey, wait for me for the toast."  I looked up and
smiled and my breath caught all at the same time.
She emerged from her room in a white spaghetti-
strapped tee-shirt, and short wrap around skirt.
In a word, she glowed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I stumbled from my thoughts, "Oh yes,,fine, I love
that skirt.  You look beautiful."

She smiled, "Must have been the sea-salt scrub.
It always makes my skin glow.  She came up behind
me and slipped her hands around my waist and
hugged me.  I could feel the contours of her body
against me.  "Thanks so much for coming.  It feels
nice to just get away with close friend."

I sighed, but my heart was pounding.  "I know what
you mean.  I feel really free being with you."
She squeezed me again, and poured herself a glass
of wine.

The rest of the evening was a relaxing affair of tasty
grilled vegetables, and two bottles of wine.  We talked
and talked, about life and love and work.  Throughout
the evening I couldn't help but stare at Ellen, and her
body.  At times, her nipples showed clearly through the
thin material of her tee shirt, and my eyes were drawn
to them time after time, seeing a sexy perfection in
how they stood out from her chest.  When we sat
together too I spied those beautifully shaped legs
under the wraparound skirt.  Carelessly at times she
sprawled on the couch completely unaware, or
unselfconscious that I could see far up her thigh to
the string on her hip of her yellow string bikinis.

The more wine I drank, the more aroused, or less
inhibited I was becoming.  At one point, I went to
the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I had on khaki shorts and a simple white blouse.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra.  Why
shouldn't I be as unselfconscious as Ellen?  It
was just us, why wear a bra.  As I looked at
myself in the mirror, I could see the darkness of
my nipples through my shirt quite clearly, and
somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind I knew
it wasn't any desire for liberation that made me
remove my bra, it was my conscious desire to be
attractive, and to arouse Ellen.

I walked back to the living room, and Ellen was
gone.  "Hey, out here."  I walked out on the
screened porch.  Ellen was sitting in a rope swing
with two bottles of wine.  The rope swing was sort
of like a hammock and sort of like a chair that
held two people.  I squeezed in next to her
laughing as we adjusted and shifted to both fit.
Finally, nestled against each other in the chair,
she handed me my fifth glass of wine.  "Cheers."

I smiled back at her and touched my glass to hers.
She looked at me for the longest time and I at
her.  Whether it was the wine or my deeply
unstable feelings, I found myself frozen as she
brought her face into mine slowly and placed her
lips against mine.  For a single moment, as I felt
the tip of her tongue moisten my lips I was lost
in the exquisite sensation of her touch.  That
sensation was filled with overwhelming anxiety and
I pulled back, almost jumping back, in the process
knocking Ellen's wine out of her hand.  The glass
shattered on the porch.

We both stood awkwardly, and in a moment the warm
fuzziness created by 5 glasses of wine was
becoming the beginnings of a stress headache.
Ellen was immediately on her feet.  "Oh my god,
I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say."  She had
the frozen look of terror in her eyes.  "I didn't
mean anything, I just wanted to kiss you, it felt
like the right thing to do.  Can you ever forgive
me?"
I was completely unraveled.  "No please, it's just
that, I am not like that, and it came as a
surprise.  Please don't worry."  I was having a
hard time, my head was now pounding.  "Come on
let's get cleaned up, and get too bed."

"Not until you forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive, c'mon.  You are the
closest friend I have, I just wasn't expecting
that."

Ellen was crying now.  "I didn't bring you up here
to do anything like that, you have to believe me.
I've just had such a wonderful day and evening
with you, it seemed like the most natural thing in
the world to kiss you."

It had seemed like the most natural thing in the
world, that's what worried Debbie.  For a moment
she had tottered on the brink.  What would have
happened had she returned the passion of the kiss?
Would they be undressing each other now?  Her head
was swimming.

"Ellen, c'mon, let's go to bed.  I love you so
much, and I will tomorrow too.  We both need
sleep."

It was an awkward and silent few moments while
they cleaned up.  The hug goodnight was cautious,
but warm, and Debbie walked back to her room
afterwards.  Alone now with her thoughts she
reflected on the events of the evening.  My god
what a kiss.  The moment that she felt Ellen's
lips on her own aroused a passion in her she had
not felt in her life before that moment.  She
convinced herself that she had done the right
thing by pulling back.  Had that trickle of
passion been allowed to flow, it would have turned
into a torrent, and then a river, and then a tidal
wave that would have smashed all inhibition.

Would that have been all that bad, she thought to
herself.  Why was she always holding back?  Was it
that she felt that allowing that passion to flow
would somehow compromise her values?  Or was it
that she couldn't stand to lose control?  She
needed to understand everything first, be
predictable, have measurable results.  The
messiness of uncontrolled passion was anathema to
her.  No, she was married, she didn't participate
in deviant sexual practices.  She had a marriage,
a career, no complications, no mess, all
controlled.

But that taste on her lips, that sensation of wet
warmth, the smell of Ellen in her nose.  Deb
closed her eyes, and remembered the heat of the
fire within her when Ellen had kissed her.  It was
a fire that had threatened to consume her.  This
was the moment in her life when she knew in her
own heart that she would either maintain the order
of her whole life, or give into the messy unknown
of a passionate, unplanned, uncontrollable life,
where nothing was certain, and all limitations had
been removed.  In the silent darkness a tear
rolled out the corner of her eye, and then with
resolve, she stood.

Debbie padded over to Ellen's room in the white
blouse, and black panties that she had worn to
bed.  At Ellen's door she paused, but only for a
moment.  If she waited and thought about what she
was about to do, she might never enter this new
world.  She pushed open the door to Ellen's room.
She saw Ellen turn as the light from the living
room came through as the door opened.  Deb saw the
red circles under Ellen's eyes as in the light.
She quickly closed the door returning the room to
the silvery moonlight.

"I'm so sorry Deb, I completely understand if you
want to leave.   I can arrange a ,,,"  Deb stopped
Ellen by placing a fingertip over her lips.  Deb
stood for a moment, looking at Ellen.  She was
here, and the moment was now, and she began to
feel the flames begin burn up in her.  As she
looked down at Ellen's questioning face, Debbie
began to slowly unbutton the white blouse she was
wearing.  She slipped it off of her shoulders
stood naked but for her panties.  Ellen looked at
Deb, and then at her breasts, illuminated in the
moonlight.  Deb hooked her thumbs into her panties
and eased them off her hips, over her thighs, and
then off her ankles.  Now she stood completely
naked in the moonlight next to Ellen's bed, and
the flames of heat begin to grow within her.

Deb leaned forward and pulled back the covers from
Ellen's body.  Ellen had on the white tee shirt
from dinner, and the yellow bikini panties.
Debbie reached for the hem of her tee shirt and
pulled it up over Ellen's head.  And then, without
hesitation, she reached for the panties, and eased
them off of Ellen's hips, legs and feet.  They
stared at each other for at least a minute, in
complete silence.  Finally, Ellen broke the
silence, "Are you sure?"

In response I leaned in and kissed her on the
lips, tracing them with my tongue.  My hand came
up and cupped her breast, my thumb caressing her
hardening nipple.  Ellen had been right, there was
something "natural" about this.  Ellen fell back
on the pillow as I continued to kiss her.  Her
hands roamed over my shoulders and back.  I
nibbled at her neck, reveling in the soft smooth
skin in the hollow of her neck.  As I continued to
kiss and move downward I tasted the fullness of
the tops of her breasts.  The fire in me was now a
burning blaze.  I could not control my desire
anymore.  I wanted to kiss Ellen all over, and to
make here feel the heat I was feeling.  I traced
my tongue over her right breast until I could
sense the change in texture.  I licked over her
hardened nipple.  It felt wonderful on my tongue.
I had the immediate self-gratification of knowing
that Ellen was aroused.  I could taste it in her
hard nipple.  I sucked her nipple into my mouth
and felt Ellen shudder beneath me.  I thought I
heard her cry out as well, but the blood was
pounding in my ears, and the only thing I was sure
of was the wonderful sensation of Ellen's nipple
in my mouth.  I moved to her other breast, tracing
my tongue along its underside and then up to the
turgid nipple, pink and budding with desire as my
mouth closed on it, and began to gently suck.
Again I felt Ellen shudder beneath me, and this
time I was sure I heard her call out.  The fire
now blazed out of control inside of me, an inferno
of passion.  I heard myself call out as I ran the
flat of my tongue over Ellen's nipple and heard
her utter a deep primitive guttural sound of
animal passion.

Ellen rolled me onto my back, she was moving
wildly now,  like a tigress over her squirming
victim.  She hungrily attacked my mouth with her
lips, her whole body shaking against mine.  Her
hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples.
I arched my back, trying to push myself against
her.  An electrical charge exploded within me as I
felt her mouth close over my nipple.  She didn't
kiss it, she ravaged it, alternating between a
gentle caress with her tongue and a passionate
suckling of my nipple.  I looked down at her to
see her tongue swirling over my nipple, and now I
felt my own body shudder uncontrollably against
her.  She looked at me and smiled as her mouth
swallowed my nipple, aureole and my surrounding
area of my breast.

My whole body was on fire, but I jumped when I
felt Ellen's finger against my sex.  My mouth
opened, as if to protest, but any protest
evaporated as soon as I felt Ellen's finger trace
along the outer lips of my sex.  It was my last
barrier, my last moment to step back, but whatever
thoughts or hesitations I had resolved themselves
and I found myself opening my legs to her touch.
Ellen's fingertip slid slowly along my outer lips.
I had not realized until that moment how aroused I
had been, but I could tell from Ellen's touch that
I was absolutely soaked with desire.  Her finger
slid into me easily, and my fingers closed in a
death grip around her arms as I felt her touch
inside of me, caressing my sex with first one
finger, and then two.  Her thumb rubbed over my
clitoris, and immediately the tidal wave broke
over me.  It felt as if my whole body had turned
inside out as my unexpected orgasm exploded within
me.  My body shuddered uncontrollably against
Ellen, my legs clamping her hand within me,
spasming against her for a full two minutes.

Ellen held me close as I came and continued to
massage me and caress my sex.  As the spasms began
to subside I felt a warmth settle over me and
envelop my sex.  I could barely open my eyes, but
as I did, I could see the source of these new
sensations.  Ellen was between my legs and her
tongue covered my sex with wet warmth.  The
sensation of her tongue tracing over my sex sent
my hips involuntarily quivering.  My clitoris felt
like an open raw nerve of pleasure as she sucked
it between her lips, gently tugging at it's fleshy
hood.  I looked down at her and met her eyes, and
I saw the absolute desire in them as she traced
the tip of her tongue over my sex.  With a life of
their own, my legs parted for her, and I saw my
hips thrusting up to her tongue.  With her fingers
she gently parted my outer lips and I felt her
tongue slide inside of me, caressing me,
penetrating me.  Again, I felt the waves of
pleasure gather strength from in my loins, rising
up from deep within me beginning as vibrations
deep within me and growing to spasms of pleasure
throughout my entire body.  The pleasure was so
intense I felt my body shuddering against Ellen's
mouth.

I collapsed in tears of pleasure, the spasms again
becoming ripples, and then vibrations deep within
me.  Ellen laid her head on my abdomen, caressing
my sides.  I could feel the softness of her
breasts between my spread legs.  My sex was
absolutely soaked, and I could feel the cooling
wetness on her breasts.  I pulled her up to me, on
top of me, looking into her eyes.  I saw love, and
desire, and still that glorious smile.  I pulled
her to me, hungrily kissing her moist lips,
realizing in that instant that the moisture was my
desire, my taste, on her lips.  I moaned as I
tasted my own sharp musky taste in her mouth and
on her tongue.

I kissed down her neck and she moved over me,
straddling my hips.  Her perfect breasts hung over
my face and as Ellen put her hands on the wall
above the headboard I traced my tongue along the
undersides of her breasts.  Again, I tasted myself
on her breasts; they were coated from her lying
between my legs.  I sucked her left nipple and
then her right into my mouth.  Ellen was now
moaning continuously and moving herself back and
forth over me so her breasts and olive colored
nipples moved over my searching mouth.  My saliva
soon covered her breasts and she continued to sway
above me.  I kissed the undersides of her breasts,
tracing my tongue along her ribs.  My mind was on
fire.  I knew where this was leading and I felt
unable to do anything but feed the desire building
in me; the desire to love completely, to withhold
no part of myself from Ellen.

Ellen moaned and moved onto her knees above me.  I
could hear her panting, whimpering, her hips
beginning to undulate inches from my face.  My
hands were on her thighs which were spread wide on
each side above my face.  I looked up directly
between her legs, and saw her pink lips glistening
in the moonlight above me.  They looked like a
wonderful flower to me, in a way I had never
imagined.  I could see the pulsing between her
legs, smell the fragrance of her sex.  In that
moment I fully appreciated the beauty of
womanhood, the fruit of all desire and pleasure.

I closed my eyes, pulled Ellen's thighs gently
towards me, and placed my tongue against the lips
of her sex, at once tasting her uniqueness, her
desire, her lust, her beauty.  Ellen muffled a
scream, but could not control her hips as they
thrust against my mouth.  My tongue slipped
between her lips and inside of her very being.
The tip of my tongue slid over her and flicked the
bud of her clitoris back and forth before sucking
it gently inside of her mouth.  My god, the vagina
is made for a mouth, I thought.

My tongue hungrily lapped, sucked, and nipped at
her every nerve.  Ellen was now gyrating her hips
into my mouth, and I could sense her beginning to
lose control.  Her hand slipped down off the
headboard to the back of my head and pulled me
into her depths.  Her juices covered my lips,
cheek and nose.  I was loving the fact that I was
making Ellen feel as good as she made me feel.  In
that moment I lived only to give pleasure to her.

As if reading my mind I felt Ellen begin to
tremble.  First her thighs, then her hips, and
then finally her shoulders began to shudder.  My
lips never left her sex, and I could feel her
clitoris swelling in my mouth.  I heard her cry
out, and felt her pulsing against my lips.  I
tasted something else as well, something different
in that moment, sweet, and sharp, and warm.  I
held her as she continued to tremble and then
finally collapse back onto me, her hips resting on
my stomach, her arms around my neck, and her head
in the pillow beside me, crying and trembling.

I knew what she was feeling, and I held her,
caressed her.  She nestled in next to me with her
head on my shoulder, her arm across my stomach,
resting on my hip.  And we lay like that in the
moonlight, crying, holding each other, wrapped in
nothing but the cool evening air, with the sound
of cicadas coming from the woods.

Soon Ellen's crying ceased and became instead the
steady breathing of sleep.  I looked down at her,
her naked skin pale in the moonlight.  My god, I
thought, what have we done?  Ellen stirred a
moment, and I felt her cheek against my breast.
Yes, my darling, what have we done?

I drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep.