Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 08:12:35 -0500
From: formysanit@msn.com
Subject: Lauren and Deanna

Title: Lauren and Deanna
By: Christene
(lesbian, beginnings)

Disclaimer: This is a story involving a loving and caring relationship
between two women. If that offends you, I recommend that you read something
more to your liking.


	Lauren was a 45-year-old single woman. She was single by choice and
not by lack of attention. There were suitors but, she just hadn't found
that one, that special person that she had in mind. Sometimes, she wondered
if perhaps her standards and expectations were too high. Maybe, although,
she doubted that strongly. Her person was out there. She would know it,
when they met. Until then, there was no need to get involved with someone
for the sake of not being alone. What good could come of that? If she did
that, she would not be honest with her lover or herself.

	She considered herself to be modestly pretty. Lauren had never been
the type to go on about her looks, although she was attractive. She had a
nice curvaceous form that managed to catch a pair of observant eyes even
now. Her presence and overall charisma allowed her a ten-year-leeway, when
it came to her age. Very few people perceived her to be her factual
age. There might even have been a few who had thought that our dear Lauren
had stumbled upon the fountain of youth by the bounce that she could have
in her step on any given day.

	She stood quietly inside a bookstore in the openly gay part of
town, doing her best to choose from the books before her. Lauren raked her
fingers through her long black hair, brushing the full curls from her
eyes. She ignored the faint rustle of her blue jacket, taking more interest
in the woman, who had just entered the bookstore. Her brown eyes tried not
to stare but, the beautiful smile that the young woman greeted the
employees at the front entrance with was hard to look away from. She shyly
dipped her head as the woman came closer. Her hands slipped within the
pockets of her jeans while she inwardly commanded her thoughts to focus
once more on the task of selecting a book to read.

	When Lauren's peripheral vision captured the petite young woman,
she allowed her mind to take inventory. If she didn't say hello, she might
as well have fodder for fantasy while within her bed tonight.

	Lauren noticed that the woman was shorter than she was. She guessed
that the woman was around 5'3. Of course, that was her true height without
those black heeled boots that were adding a nice little touch to those
faded jeans which fitted much too nicely to the woman legs.

	"And more importantly," Lauren thought, "her ass."

	The feeling of her lips upturned at the site of those jeans filled
so wonderfully made Lauren begin blushing just a bit.  She continued her
surreptitious gaze, despite it.

	The slope of the young woman's backside met a strong back, rising
upward still, to delicate shoulders and a long neck which held a patient
oval face. Shoulder-length mahogany hair bordered, dangerously close to
black. Only the light reflecting from the lighting above revealed its true
color by glinting off the reddish hue hidden at first glance.

	Lauren held her breath as the caramel-skinned woman shrugged out of
her black leather jacket, then crouched down to look at the lower
shelves. It was then that she too felt a bit warm in this store. Her gaze
feasted on the full breasts being housed upon that petite form. The gray
turtle-necked sweater that had been hidden beneath the jacket molded
perfectly to this young woman's upper body. If she were to guess, Lauren
would say that this woman was in her mid-twenties.

	With a sudden jerk, the young woman stood up. She scooped her
jacket from where she had rested it on the floor then began walking toward
Lauren.

	Lauren tensed as the woman came closer. She debated saying a quick,
greeting but, found herself worrying about other things as a bookstore
employee came up the aisle from the other side. She was about to be
surrounded within a few moments. With this guy coming, she doubted very
much that she would have the opportunity to speak with this intriguing
young woman.

	"Ma'am," the young man said with a smile. "Is there anything that I
can help you find?"

	"Um, Actually," Lauren stammered. "I want— "

	"Excuse me," the young woman smirked. She gently eased her way
through the crowded aisle brushing seductively against Lauren in passing.

	Lauren swallowed the arousal rising within her throat at the brush
and more importantly the knowing smile, that accompanied it. Her eyes
followed the woman down the aisle and around to the other side. The aisles
were all short enough for her to clearly see over. She wondered if the
woman had stopped directly in front of her on purpose, granting her the
chance to study her once more only this time from behind.

	The young man chuckled softly under his breath. "I'd say, you know
what you are looking for, today. Let us know if we can um... help."

	Laughing at herself for being caught in her admiration, Lauren
promised to find him if she needed help with... a book. For several minutes
after he left, she did try very hard to ignore the woman standing in front
of her view. When she witnessed the woman bending over in a way that
showcased her heart-shaped behind, she finally gave up all attempts at
ignoring what clearly did not want to be ignored.

	Leaning forward, Lauren crossed her arms, resting them along the
top of the book while using them as a pillow for her chin. "So are you
doing that on purpose?" she asked with a genuine smile.

	The young woman reached out for a book and then stopped with the
question given to her. Long, delicate fingers rested along the spine of the
book as she answered. "Doing what, Love?"

	Lauren laughed. "Tormenting me."

	"Is that what I'm doing?"

	"Something tells me that you know exactly what you are doing."

	Turning to face Lauren, the young woman smiled. She placed her
hands above her head, simulating a halo.

	"Yeah, right!" Lauren giggled. "I don't believe that for a minute!"
Those deep brown eyes were much too mischievous to belong to any angel.

	Full lips allowed a feigned gasp of shock to fill the air. "Lovely,
you have offended my Spanish honor," she teased.

	"We can't have that," Lauren chuckled. "Can we?"

	"No, we cannot."

	"So what do you want to do about it?"

	The young woman smiled devilishly. Just as she was about to speak,
another employee approached.

	The twenty-something blonde smiled happily. "How are you, today,
ladies? Is there anything that I could help you with?"

	Lauren would have liked to tell her that she could really help her
by notifying the entire staff to leave her alone with this woman so that
she could possibly see where this bit of chemistry might lead but, opted to
let her new friend handle it.

	"Actually, I think we are doing pretty well on our own," the
caramel-skinned woman said. She exchanged glances with Lauren which seemed
to be asking, "Aren't we?"

	Nodding, Lauren said, "Yes, we're doing just fine."

	The blonde looked from one woman to the other wondering what she
was missing. She stared at the women for a long moment, wondering if they
were really looking for a book at all. When they began looking through the
sections in front of them, she sighed. Then, she left the women to continue
whatever she had obviously interrupted.


	Lauren closed the book that she had been absently thumbing through
while waiting for the curious blonde to leave. She looked up to see her new
friend standing once again with her back to her. There was this slight fear
that whatever they had been working toward was lost with the sudden
interruption. This silence now was certainly a bit awkward. Her brown eyes
studied the slight fidgeting from the younger woman on the other aisle.

	Lauren smiled happily as the woman turned around and said, "Um,
that shelf is kind of high. . . I would ask one of the salespeople but,
they seem. . . kind of busy."

	The salespeople were all bored witless. If this woman had, even,
looked their' direction, one might have come running. Lauren decided to
play along with this little ruse, if it meant that she would learn more
about this woman. She walked around to the next aisle. Moving to stand
directly behind the petite woman, she pressed herself subtly against
her. She reached upward, taking down the book that the young woman had
pointed to.

	"What's your name?" Lauren whispered into a delicate ear. As the
woman beside her turned through the pages, she looked over her shoulder,
pretending to take interest in the book as a few bookstore employees
glanced their way.

	"My name's Deanna. What's yours?"

	Lauren let the name sink into her every fiber before
answering. "I'm Lauren."

	"Lauren?"

	"Yes?" Lauren felt her heart racing within her breast.

	Leaning closer, Deanna asked, "Why are we whispering?"

	Lauren smiled against Deanna's ear. "Would you believe it is
because we are inside a bookstore and should be quiet?" she joked.

	"Nope. Besides, that rule is for the library."

	"No, I think that one goes for bookstores, too."

	Deanna laughed softly. She was enjoying her playful banter with
Lauren. In a show of affection, she gently nudged the woman beside her. "So
how's the coffee in this place?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low
but, not quite a whisper.

	"Oh, it's great if you enjoy drinking crude oil." Lauren felt her
heart swell with the sound of Deanna's laughter.


	"That bad, huh?"

	"Oh, it's awful. I once saw this poor woman wheeled out of here
after eating a muffin which had been in their display for a month."

	Deanna arched her eyebrow with a smirk. "You're tweaking my nips."

	Lauren sighed as her imagination thought of her reenacting those
words. She would love to do anything for this woman especially playing or
teasing at her nipples. "Ok, so maybe it wasn't quite a month," she
admitted.

	"Mm-hmm."

	"It was more like two weeks but, still— "

	Once again Deanna's laughter warmed her soul. Lauren smiled
broadly. "There is a nice little coffee shop a few stores down."

	Deanna smirked. She pointed over her shoulder to the area which
Lauren had been struggling to select a book.  "Ok, I'll grab us, a table,
while you decide on a book."

	Nodding Lauren hurried to return to the books which had been
holding her interest. She stopped in mid-stride. "Hey, what about you?
Didn't you want to get a book?"

	Beginning to walk away, Deanna shook her head. "No."

	"Then what are you doing, here?"

	Deanna chuckled. "My friend works up here. I was just wondering if
she was working. She isn't so I was just— " She bit playfully at her
bottom lip. "Uh, browsing." She winked with a flirtatious wave. "See ya,
soon."

	Lauren stood staring after Deanna with a smile on her
face. "Browsing, huh," she thought.

	It didn't take long at all for Lauren to leave the bookstore and
walk down to the coffee shop on the corner. Before she had even arrived at
the shop, the scent of freshly brewed coffee tempted those walking by. She
entered the warmth of the shop, feeling it vanquish the slight autumn
chill. The woman sitting patiently at the corner table caught her eye.

	Lauren approached with a smile as she observed the way that the sun
filtered in on those nearby the floor to ceiling windows. It seemed to give
all those people a warm glow. Deanna looking away from the window to greet
her with a warm smile sent her heart skipping just a bit.


	"Hey," she said, taking a seat opposite the young woman.

	"Hi, love." Deanna looked down at the bag which Lauren was setting
near her feet. "What did you wind up getting?"

	Lauren smiled shyly. "I couldn't decide and wanted to hurry and
meet you here so I just bought them both."

	Deanna laughed as Lauren continued.

	"Hey, I know better than to keep a beautiful woman waiting. It's
bad manners."

	Nodding, Deanna tried to keep a straight face but, her mischievous
smirk seeped through. "We can't have that. Can we?"

	"No, we can't." Lauren rested her chin in her hand, curling her
fingers just under her lips. Her smile showed through her delicate
fingers. She tilted her head just slightly while her brown eyes studied the
woman looking out the windows once again.

	There was a lengthy silence but, Lauren found that despite it, she
was not awkward in the least. It was nice to simply be in each other's
presence. In fact, it was quite nice. The soft sound of Deanna's voice
broke that silence gently.

	"Someone wishes to get your attention, lovely."

	"Hmm," Lauren asked as if waking from a daze. She frowned then
looked curiously around the coffee shop.

	Janet, the woman behind the counter had been trying to wave her
attention since she had joined Deanna at her table. She sighed in obvious
relief that Lauren had finally noticed her. Silently, she mouthed the
words, "Who's she?"

	Lauren smiled, then shrugged which tormented her friend to no end
before looking back to Deanna. "How did you know?"

	"Eyes in the back of my head," Deanna joked. Her finger pointed to
the reflective surface of the windows which allowed her to see everything
taking place behind her. Even the sandy-blonde making her way to their
table.

	Lauren turned her head to see, Janet making her way to their
table. She frowned in wonder. It was not the shop's policy to wait on
customers like this. You ordered up front. So why, she wondered, was Janet
asking them what they would like today?


	Deanna smiled as she faced the woman waiting expectantly to hear
her answer. "Bottled water, I guess."

	Janet placed her hand on her hips. "Aw, come on. This is a coffee
shop. What's your fix? Cappuccino, Café Latté, Frappuccino. . . I
could keep going, you know?"

	Laughing, Deanna nodded. "I'm sure you could, love. I just don't
drink coffee."

	Lauren and Janet looked at Deanna as though she had just spoken in
a foreign language.

	Janet motioned for Deanna to keep it down. "What are ya trying to
do? Put us out of business." She smiled warmly. "How about hot chocolate
then?"

	Deanna nodded. "That I can do."

	"Alright, one hot chocolate and the usual coming up," Janet
announced happily.

	"She has a usual?" Deanna asked with a smirk.

	"Yep." Janet looked to her friend. "She's gotten the same thing for
as long as I've been working here. Lauren always has a café au lait. "
She patted Lauren's shoulder lightly. "I'll be right back with your
drinks."

	Deanna nodded before looking away to the windows.

	Lauren blushed hotly as Janet made the "ok" sign with her hand and
silently mouthed the word, "Nice." She was certain that Deanna could see
Janet's every move. This theory was proven correct by the fact that she saw
the corners of Deanna's mouth curl upward shortly after Janet's little
declaration of approval.

	Once they were alone, Lauren leaned forward. "Sorry about that,
babe."

	Deanna turned back to Lauren, who was looking at her with such
genuine affection in her eyes. "Oh, that's okay. She's just being
protective of you."

	"She was being nosey not protective."

	"She just wanted to know who you were with. It speaks very highly
of you."

	"How so?"

	"That she cares about whom you are spending your time with, means
she thinks a great deal about you and wants her friend happy. Which in
turn, gives me reason to believe that there is a lot to think highly of."


	Lauren felt this wonderful sense of comfort for the duration of
their conversation. It was odd, to her, how easily, she seemed to just be
at ease with Deanna. She did take notice of the fact that this had all
happened in such a short time, where it usually might have taken several
dates to reach the comfort level which she was at as she left the coffee
shop with a smile. She and Deanna had exchanged numbers much to her
delight. Things just seemed to have this charmed feel to them.

	Entering her home, Lauren tried to go about this as usual but, her
thoughts would drift to Deanna and what the young woman might be doing at
any given moment. She often laughed at herself, knowing that she hadn't
behaved this way since she was a teenager. So many times throughout the
day, she wondered, just how long the proper dating etiquette required her
to wait before calling Deanna. To distract herself from those thoughts, she
ventured outside to the backyard with her dog, Jude.

	A game of soccer between the two, found Lauren sitting down wearily
on the porch. Her yellow Labrador rested her chin on Lauren's knee with a
bit of a pout. Lauren huffed a laugh at the sad eyes.

	"Jude, be merciful here," she joked rubbing her dog's ears. "Not
all of us are still considered puppies." Lauren smiled affectionately at
her dog before kicking the ball back out into the backyard.

	Jude raced after the ball then, soon found contentment in her
solitary game of soccer.

	The phone ringing caused both, Lauren and Jude to look in the
direction of the house.

	"Play," Lauren said. She motioned for Jude to go on. "The machine
will get it."

	Jude barked then stared at Lauren before barking again.

	Lauren sighed, waving off the ringing phone. "I'm tired. I'm not
running in there just to talk to some telemarketer."

	Again, Jude's bark filled the air.

	Lauren stretched while smirking at her dog. "What is it, girl?
Timmy is lost in the well?" She laughed as her dog began barking with more
urgency. "I'm up. I'm up. Sheesh!" She entered the kitchen through the
sliding door and reached for the phone on counter as she immediately
recognized the voice telling her goodbye on the answering machine.

	"Hello," she said unconsciously crossing her fingers.

	"Hello, am I speaking with Lauren?"

	"Yes, well that all depends on who is asking. I mean, I could tell
you but, then I might have to kill you, " Lauren joked, trying to conceal
her excitement, when she recognized Deanna's voice.

	Deanna laughed in a way which wrapped itself around Lauren. "Oh,
well, if that's the way you want to play it. I'll just have to find someone
else to go out with."

	Lauren thought she might have heard her heart thundering inside her
ears. She tried to make a joke to take away from the tension building
within herself. "So why didn't you call me sooner?"

	A chuckle heard over the phone answered her question.

	"Actually," Deanna responded. "I've been busy since I saw you."

	"Really?"

	"Yes. My family has a cabin that I like to go to sometimes, when I
want to get away. I know that it is Sunday so the weekend is basically over
but, I was thinking about taking the next two days off. Would you like to
come to the cabin with me?"

	Lauren held her breath. Her inner voice was screaming, "Of course,
I'd love to go!" but, her more practical side was reminding her that she
had only just met this woman. "Don't you think it is a little soon for you
to be waltzing me off somewhere? I mean, we did just meet. Do you whisk
away all the women that you meet in bookstores?"

	"No."

	Lauren flinched. She had meant that last question as a joke but,
the even tone in Deanna's answer suggested that it might not have been
taken as such.

	Deanna's smile could be easily detected in her voice. "I don't know
why but, I just get this really good feeling about you, I guess."

	"A feeling," Lauren gasped with the sarcasm clearly heard in her
voice. "But, we just met, Deanna."

	"Geez, you're such a smartass," Deanna chuckled.

	"Aw, you get used to it after a while."

	"I'll get the chance to get used to it in the next few days, if you
come with me."

	Lauren laughed as she nodded her head. "Okay," she sighed
happily. She did have the same wonderfully good feeling about this trip and
Deanna. "What the hell, you only live once, right?"

	"Is that a yes, lovely?"

	"Yes, I'll go with you."

	"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow."

	The excitement was proving to be contagious as Lauren found herself
unable to wait until tomorrow. "Just call me in the morning and we will
work out the details."

	"Alright, love. Talk to you then. Bye."

	"Bye," Lauren said softly.

	That entire night Lauren had been brimming with excitement. She had
finally forced herself to bed after reading for a bit. When she awoke the
next morning, she went about packing for her trip after calling in to work
and taking a few personal days. It felt nice to enjoy her morning without
having to worry about being somewhere at a certain time for a certain
reason. All she had to do was relax.

	When the doorbell chimed at around eight that morning, Lauren knew
that Deanna had arrived. She answered the door to see the young woman
standing with her back to her staring out over the neighborhood
curiously. Her brown eyes roamed over the petite woman, memorizing the way
she looked now on this, their first date.

	Deanna wore a simple white shirt, nicely tailored to her body. The
faded jeans fitted to her legs very nicely. A slight chill in the air made
her cheeks slightly rosy. She smiled with the sound of the door opening and
turned to see her date for the next few days.

	"Well, it certainly took you long enough to get here?" Lauren
teased.

	Lauren leaned against the door just slightly with a flirtatious
smile. She felt confident in her blue jeans which she knew would show off
the curves of her figure as well as the deep crimson sweeter that she
thought hugged her form nicely.

	 "Are you shy?" Deanna asked.

	Lauren smirked curiously. "No. Why?"

	A mischievous smile, dawned Deanna's lips. She leaned forward
lightly brushing her lips over Lauren's in a tender kiss. "You, look
beautiful, lovely."

	Lauren allowed her hand to lightly smooth Deanna's cheek. "Thank
you so do you." She was about to ask why Deanna had asked about her being
shy but, she soon discovered why as one of her neighbors on a morning jog,
jogged by with a smile on her face. She waved to her neighbor then pulled
Deanna inside the house.

	Deanna gasped as the door closed behind her. "What will the
neighbors say?" she joked.

	"That I have good taste."

	"Oo, sweet-talker." Deanna winked before turning to greet the
excited Labrador entering the room. She knelt down and patted the side of
the happy dog. "What's your name, sweetie?"

	Lauren laughed happily at her dog's pleasant reaction. She was
never sure how her dog would handle her dates. It was always a good sign,
when her dog liked someone she was interested in. With this in mind, she
made the introduction. "Jude, this is Deanna. Deanna, that is my baby
Jude."

	Hugging Jude's neck, Deanna smiled. "Nice to meet you, Jude. Are
you coming with us?"

	Hearing this, Lauren's jaw dropped. "You want me to bring my dog?"

	"Sure, why not?"

	Lauren shrugged with a broadening appreciation for her date. "It's
just a surprise, I guess. A pleasant one, though."

	Deanna flashed a beautiful smile. "I'm glad." She looked at the
bags by the door. "Are you ready to go?"

	"Yep, let me just call my friend and tell her that she doesn't have
to watch Jude for me. Then, I'm all yours."

	"Oo, I like the sound of that."

	"I thought you might." Lauren began to walk into the other room to
make her call. Over her shoulder, she said, "You two be good."

	"Come on, Jude. Tell me all the dirt on her while she's gone,"
Lauren heard. She immediately pointed her finger at her dog
playfully. "Don't you dare!"

	Jude and Deanna used their big brown eyes against her.

	"Aw, you're no fun," Deanna said with a smirk.

	It wasn't long after Deanna had arrived that all three jumped into
her SUV to begin their two-hour drive to Deanna's family cabin. During
their drive, the two women shared conversation with the same ease that had
occurred so easily between them the day before.

	Lauren loved that for the majority of the drive Deanna had
unconsciously taken her hand in hers. She also loved that the mellow drive
was furthered by Deanna's occasional singing. Her brown eyes watching the
younger woman were felt as Deanna stopped singing and blushed with a
chuckle.

	"Sorry," Deanna giggled.

	"No, don't stop singing," Lauren smiled. "I like listening to you."

	"Yeah, well I think for Jude's sake, I'll stop. Her ears are
sensitive, you know."

	Lauren looked over her shoulder to her dog, who was taking in every
new sight on this ride. She returned her gaze to the woman seated beside
her. Leaning over, she kissed Deanna's jaw. "You have a beautiful
voice. Keep singing, please."

	Bringing Lauren's hand to her lips, Deanna kissed it lovingly. She
rested their intertwined hands on Lauren's lap. It was not long before her
guard against singing left and she became, so into the music again that she
took to singing once more. This pleased Lauren just fine.

	Pulling into the drive, the two women were greeted by the sound of
crunching pebbly gravel. It did not take them long to unload their bags and
get a bit more settled. They stood in the kitchen after having stocked it
with the groceries which they had gotten from the local store. It was now
time to unpack their things.

	Lauren stared at the bedrooms at the top of the beautifully carved
stairs. She glanced toward the young woman, who was lifting her bag to head
up the stairs. With a sigh, she collected her bags and followed Deanna
closely. The swaying hips, walking up the stairs at eye level made her
smile.

	"Somehow," Deanna joked over her shoulder. "I think I might have
gotten gypped here."

	Laughing, Lauren playfully responded. "Too bad because everything
is great on my end."  She felt her heart flutter with the smirk she
received as the young woman glanced at her over her shoulder.

	When arriving at the top of the stairs, Lauren looked at the two
bedrooms across from each other. She knew that she was not going to stay in
one of the two bedrooms downstairs but, were they going to try and sleep in
separate bedrooms on this night, she wondered.

	Shooting straight from the hip always seemed to be her mentality
which Lauren decided to do, as always. "Well, should we pretend to be good
little girls and sleep in separate rooms or— "


	"Personally, I think it would be an insult to our intelligence
since we both know that we didn't come here to sleep in separate rooms."

	Lauren loved the look which accompanied that statement. She feigned
a look of shock. "You mean... you want us to SLEEP.... TOGETHER?!"

	Deanna gasped, "Oh, God, no!"

	A frown touched Lauren's face.

	"If we have my way, we will be doing very little sleeping."

	Lauren laughed then followed Deanna into the master bedroom.

	It didn't take them long to unpack their clothes and Lauren enjoyed
getting the chance to glance over at the lacy little garments being
displayed on the bed. They each pretended to be taking in the other's
choice of clothes but, the unspoken agreement was that they were each
imagining what scenarios might involve them in the seductive attire.

	The rest of the day was spent idly walking through the property,
exploring the places which Deanna traveled as a child. By the time that
they had returned to the cabin and had finished their dinner, it was time
for much needed rest. Trying to be the good hostess, Deanna offered to
clean up while Lauren enjoyed a hot bath.

	Lauren soaked inside the rejuvenating waters, wondering if Deanna
would come to join her. After a while, she realized that it was not going
to happen. She emerged from the tub, feeling utterly relaxed and content. A
soft white towel was used to gingerly dry herself off. Then, she slipped
into her favorite robe. The rose-colored hand-painted garment always added
to her romantic mood. Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw Deanna standing
in front of the vanity, brushing her dark hair. Her brown eyes took in the
site of this woman wearing her fitting gray tank top and the black cotton
panties that showcased her form so well.

	Walking across the room, Lauren wrapped her arms around Deanna
lovingly. "You could have taken a bath with me, you know." She rested her
temple against Deanna's damp hair.

	"I know, love. I just thought that you might like to unwind and get
used to being here, that's all."

	Lauren looked within the mirror finding brown eyes watching
her. She blushed, then shyly looked down. "What?"

	"You look beautiful."

	Deanna turned inside the embrace, cupping a trusting face within
her hands. "I'm glad you decided to come with me." Leaning forward, she
lightly brushed her lips over Lauren's. The moist lips parting to welcome
her kiss pressed against hers.

	Lauren moaned into the mouth deepening their kiss. She guided her
hands over curvaceous hips before caressing Deanna's heart-shaped ass. Her
hands pulled the younger woman into her, needing to feel this woman against
her. The caramel hands cupping her face tightened their hold just slightly
as she was pulled forward. She used the advantage of her height to help the
petite woman onto the vanity while together they brushed aside, whatever
obstacles might be in their way. Smooth legs wrapped around her waist,
hugging her tightly.

	Breaking their kiss, Deanna moved her lips over a proud jaw and
long neck. Her lips sealed over the skin of her lover's neck while her
teeth lightly bit down causing a purring within the older woman, whose
hands were moving possessively over her thighs.

	The hands slowly untying that sash at her waist caused the nervous
anticipation of this moment to fill her. Lauren felt the cool air hit her
skin, when the robe obediently fell open. Her full breasts were the first
to be caressed. She moaned at the sensation of her nipples being teased
gently between finger and thumb.

	"You are so beautiful, Lauren," Deanna sighed. Her brown eyes
patiently feasted on the erected nipple reacting so much to her touch.

	Lauren smiled suddenly feeling bashful due to her new lover's
praise. "You make me feel that way," she admitted softly.

	The smile that Lauren received was so real, so genuine that it
caused tears to thinly mist her eyes. She leaned forward, kissing Deanna
lazily. This night... the next few days would be theirs and if she listened
to her heart, they might have so much more. She shuddered with the feel of
the younger woman mouthing her seductive plan silently against her
lips. The word, "Bed," rippled through her. She nodded then wrapped her
arms around the petite woman, guiding them back to the bed in a lover's
dance.

	The weight of the body pressing down on her own sent her heart
racing. Lauren looked up at the woman sitting atop her, straddling her
hips. She reached out with hand right hand to caress Deanna's cheek. Her
palm was greeted with a warm kiss before a soft hand held her wrist guiding
it down against the mattress near her head. She sighed happily as her lover
leaned closer, placing the other wrist against the bed.

	Lauren had always loved to be kissed this way. There was this
feeling of utter surrender that she loved. She was giving herself over to
Deanna. What she loved more was that Deanna seemed to understand this
surrender and was extremely gentle with her as a result. Her hips ground
upward causing the lips against hers to curl into a smile.


	Deanna sat up looking over Lauren for just a moment as if trying to
decide how to please her new lover best. If there was one thing that she
always made a point of doing, it was finding what pleased her lover and
doing that to the best of her abilities. From the arousal which she
witnessed in Lauren now, she knew that to a certain extent the woman wanted
to be dominated but, with a loving and nurturing flair.

	"It seems that I will need these," Deanna teased, referring to her
hands and their hold of Lauren's wrists. She guided the woman's arms to her
sides then pinned them in place with her legs which were still straddling
her lover's hips.

	Lauren tried to move her arms but, found them securely pinned near
her sides. She smiled. "Well, this is new."

	"Is it?"

	Her eyebrow involuntarily arched with the Cheshire cat grin that
Lauren was receiving from Deanna. The woman's mischievous nature seemed to
be with her always. She watched the younger woman crossing her arms over
her body then pulling her gray tank top overhead, revealing full breast
with dark chocolate nipples hardened by the crisp air and the excitement of
the new couple's interaction. Her brown eyes ignored the shirt being
discarded carelessly over the woman's shoulder.

	"God, I wish I had my hands," Lauren groaned. Her fingers stretched
and flexed wanting nothing more than to stroke and fondle the breast now
exposed to her.

	"What would you do with them?"

	A trembled breath left Lauren's lips. "Touch you."

	"Where?"

	"Everywhere," Lauren promised in a purr.

	There was that grin again, Lauren thought as she took in Deanna's
expression.

	Deanna ran her fingers through her hair. "Here?"

	Lauren smiled softly. She shook her head then watched as Deanna's
caramel hand ran down along her proud jaw then to her long neck.

	"Here?"

	Brown eyes stared openly and lustfully at her young lover's
chest. Lauren nodded as Deanna ran her hands down her sides with a smile.


	"Oh, here," Deanna said, feigning realization. Her hands brushed
against the sides of her breasts before caressing the undersides of them
and moving upward to tease her nipples. From the look of it, just as she
had hoped Lauren liked watching this.

	"Yes," Lauren sighed in a throaty voice. She watched caramel hands
intently, living vicariously through them. The excitement coursing between
her legs reminded her that soon she would need to act on this fire slowly
stoking itself within her.

	Just when Lauren had become certain that this wonderful torment
might never end, she watched Deanna's hands lower slowly while the woman
spoke.

	"Is that all you would touch?"

	"No," Lauren assured her with her most seductive smile.

	Moving her hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, Deanna
returned to their little game. "Here?"

	Lauren shook her head, then looked down to those enticing black
panties.

	"Oh, I see." Deanna slid her hand down her abdomen, feeling her
palm flattening against her skin in a nice brush. Her fingertips began to
slowly begin their descent beneath the black undergarments, where they
stopped at the knuckles. "Here?" she asked coyly.

	"Yes," Lauren moaned. "There!"

	A low lustful groan left Lauren's lips as she watched that hand
disappear completely beneath those sexy black panties. The deep brown eyes
which had held hers for so long now, closed with a low exhaled breath. She
watched the movement taking place behind that subtle veil. It was slow, so
very slow but, it was deliberate.

	"Let me see, Deanna," she whispered hoarsely.

	Nodding, Deanna pulled her panties to the side just as her fingers
entered into her. She and Lauren each gave a guttural sound of pleasure
with this act.

	Lauren watched two fingers easing inside her lover slowly before
withdrawing to the point of near complete absence only to delve deeper in
the next stroke. The light sheen coating those fingers caught her attention
as she took in a deep breath, filled with the scent of her lover. "You
smell incredible, lover. I bet you taste even better." She licked her lips,
suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. There was no denying how wet she
was. She needed her hands.

	The fingers moving rhythmically deep within her left her, causing a
sorrowful moan to mourn their departure. She ground her hips against the
woman arching into her, then brought her fingers to her lips. A mischievous
smirk played across her lips with the moaned encouragement that she
received, when her fingers hovered near to her lips. Her tongue sliding up
the length of her fingers before she took them into her mouth brought
gentle hips against hers once more. When she was fairly certain that she
had licked her fingers clean, she leaned forward pressing her lips lightly
to Lauren's.

	Lauren felt her arms freed as her lover leaned forward. She
immediately wrapped her arms around Deanna pulled her closer. Her need to
taste this woman, resulted in her forcibly deepening the kiss. She charted
the soft recesses of her lover's mouth, savoring the intimate juices still
present on her lips. Her hands snaked their way down the length of a strong
back. Then, her thumbs hooked on the panties pulling them urgently over the
woman's thighs.

	Together, the new lovers fought to keep connected through their
kiss while ridding themselves of the last remnants of clothing. Now, the
joy of feeling skin on skin filled them.

	Deanna pushed up, supporting her weight in her arms. She moved her
legs between Lauren's smoothing her thigh against the slick folds of her
lover's excitement-driven intimacy. The feeling of hands on her hips guided
her rhythm. A swollen nub dug into her wanting attention from her
thigh. She rolled her hips and thigh to ensure that Lauren's sensitive clit
would feel that teasing movement made especially for it.

	Lauren caressed, over her lover's ass then reached down to smooth
her fingertips over the soft lips of Deanna's sex. Her fingers entering
into the warmth of her made her cry out into the mouth covering hers. She
was inside of Deanna now. Little else mattered besides this fiery silkiness
surrounding her. The inner muscles being controlled so effortlessly,
griping her fingers caused her to seductively rake her teeth over the skin
of a long neck, inspiring a soulful purr. She smiled, realizing just how
much Deanna seemed to like that. Her free hand reached between them to
tease the nipples jutting against her skin. She pressed herself harder
against the thigh grinding against her with more urgency while her fingers
moving in and out of Deanna quickened to match the pace stroke for stroke.

	The air was almost palatable with the scent of sex heavy within
it. The sounds of shallow breathing joined with wet friction, moans and
lips smacking passionately in fevered kisses filled the room with its own
music.

	"Come with me," Deanna whispered breathlessly into her lover's ear.

	Lauren nodded eagerly. She pushed herself over easily by seeing the
image of Deanna's touching herself in front of her before. Her voice
filling the air with her cry merged, with Deanna moaning her name in a
breathless sound of utter devotion. She threw her head back, collapsing
against the pillows while Deanna fell against her no longer able to hold
herself up. Her arms immediately wrapped around the younger woman.

	Together, they fought to catch their breath occasionally taking a
moment to grant each other light kisses.

	Deanna moved gently off of Lauren to rest against the bed. She lay
on her stomach, smiling with the feel of the air touching her sweat-misted
body. The hand lightly scratching over her back made her smile. "Mm, that
feels nice," she purred.

	Lauren rolled onto her side, pressing herself against the younger
woman. She kissed a shoulder, then a delicate ear. "Lover..."

	"Yes?"

	Moving atop the petite woman, Lauren massaged Deanna's back. She
leaned down to whisper in Deanna's ear. "Again."

	Deanna laughed, turning to lie on her back. She sat up placing her
hands at the small of Lauren's back, pulling her close. Her mouth kissed a
hardened nipple then swirled over it with her tongue.

	Wrapping her arms around Deanna, Lauren smiled while closing her
eyes. This was going to be a very long and pleasurable night.

	Lauren awoke the next morning with a deep inhalation. She was lying
on her stomach with her left arm dangling carelessly off the bed. The wet
flick against her palm caused her to focus her sleep-ridden eyes. She
smiled sleepily at Jude. A short nod and a reassuring smile told her pet
that she would be down to feed her soon. She closed her eyes again, letting
her head fall back to the pillow while her dog padded out of the room.

	Her entire body was blissfully sore. The scent of sex still loomed
in the air as a reminder of what had taken place the night before and ended
only a few hours ago. She smiled to herself at the feel of the arm resting
along the small of her back, embracing her even in sleep while a smooth leg
was draped over the back of her thigh. The sensual creature next to her was
tightly pressed against her side. Lauren noticed how content Deanna seemed
with her arm laying across her chest. Lifting her hand, she smoothed the
sleepy woman's cheek.

	The soft clicking of her dog's footsteps was joined by the sound of
a gentle whimper. Lauren knew what that meant. Jude was making that whine
which all dogs make just before they are about to bark. The thought of her
sleeping lover being jolted back to the waking world by a loud bark caused
her to sit up. She whispered to her dog urgently.

	"Alright, Jude, baby. I'm awake but, we have to be real quite,
okay. Deanna is still sleeping."


	Jude seemed to arch her brow but, silently agreed to keep quiet, if
there would be a meal involved in this negotiation.

	Together, they traveled down the wooden stairs to the
kitchen. Lauren found herself in high spirits as she made herself a pot of
coffee. She sipped from her mug lazily, then left her dog to finish her
breakfast downstairs while she went to be with the woman sleeping upstairs.

	Lauren entered the room soundlessly, sitting down beside her
lover. She pulled her robe closer, feeling the slight chill in the morning
air. "I love you," she whispered while kissing Deanna's jaw, nuzzling her
nose into a pillow of soft hair, feeling it gently tickle her face. "You
are my heart."

	"And you are mine," Lauren heard purred sleepily. She smiled.

	"I thought you were sleeping, Deanna." Lauren set her mug down on
the nightstand then used her free hand to smooth her lover's hair.

	Deanna giggled softly. "Do you often swear your love to sleeping
women?"

	"Nah, just in my spare time."

	Laughing happily, Deanna grabbed Lauren by the robe and pulled the
woman to the bed with her. Together, they shared their first tender kiss of
the morning.

	"I love you, too," Deanna whispered against her lover's lips.

	Lauren smiled. "I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing you
say that."

	"Good because I've no intention of stopping."