Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 17:44:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Astrid Mayfair <starmayfair@yahoo.com>
Subject: Goodness Revisited (Part One, Lesbian)

I saw her reflection in the glass as she approached me from behind. Her
hand rested lightly on my back, just above the closure for my bra. My body
wanted to shiver with stifled delight. Instead, I tried to mirror the soft,
concerned smile on her face.

"How's everything here?" she asked.

Her moss green eyes flicked momentarily to my almost emptied dessert plate.
Almost instantly, her gaze returned back to me. I wondered if she was
searching my face that way I did her own. I noticed that her fair skin was
smooth and not in any need of foundation or even concealer for
improvements. There was the faintest spattering of freckles just over the
bridge of her nose. She did wear a thin coat of lip gloss that made her
heart shaped lips look as if they'd just finished devouring raspberries. I
wondered if I would taste that sort of sweetness, if I were to suck her
lower lip into my mouth.

"Everything is fine," was all I said, still smiling. I noticed that her
hand was still on my back. I struggled to maintain my composure. My mind
was all too aware that my nipples were hardening into points that pushed
against my bra cups. For one of the few times in my life, I was grateful
for my modest size 34A bust. The padding I was used to helped to hide my
arousal.

"You're sure?" the waitress asked. She seemed to hesitate. I felt her
fingertips trace a very light path up my spine before lifting away at my
neck. For a moment, it seemed as if she would rest her palm against my
cheek. Instead, her hand returned to her side. She gazed at me awhile
longer. Finally, she said, "You just look as if you have a lot on your
mind."

I laughed softly. There was a flurry of things that I could tell her. All
of it involved a past I'd rather not remember. She was so pretty, though. I
wanted to give her something.

"I suppose I do," was all I said.

I didn't think it was possible for her face to become any sweeter. That was
exactly what happened when her smile widened.

"I knew it!" she said softly, yet triumphantly. "This is probably very
inappropriate of me, but, all of my friends say that I'm a great
listener. My shift is just about over. Would you like to go somewhere and
talk?"

I was thinking that I'd like to do more than talk. She seemed so sweet, so
fresh, that I didn't want to disgust her with my errant desires. Even as
that realization hit me, I laughed at myself. She seemed to be no more than
23 years old, if even that. If she were that old, we were the same age. She
just had the benefit of having lived a kinder life.

I did want to spend time with her, even if nothing sexual would come out of
it. I thought that it had been so long since I've been near goodness. Just
for an hour, or even five minutes, I would like to be in its proximity.

"That would be really nice," I said, nodding for emphasis.

I reached into my pocket for change to cover my bill. She took my hand in
her own and said, "No, no. This one is on the house." Smiling that sweet
smile that wrenched my heart, she pulled me outdoors.

"Is that your car?" she asked, nodding towards my modest Mazda hatchback. I
indicated that it was. She continued, "I don't drive. Do you think it would
be okay if I caught a ride home with you, while we talk?"

I discovered that we would have ample time to talk. The young waitress
lived in a rural community a fair distance from her place of employment. In
spite of her interest in letting me speak, I posed questions to her. I
didn't want to speak about my past. Moreover, I didn't want to frighten
away the strawberry blonde beauty in my passenger seat.

"So, what's your name?" I asked in what I hoped was a casual tone.

"Meghan, with an 'h,'" she said. I stole a glance at her, staring straight
ahead at the dark country road. Even in the dark, I could see that she had
such long, lush lashes that they curled of their own accord. "Everybody
calls me Meggie."

"That's one of my favorite names," I told her. She laughed.

"Oh, get out. I hate it. It's a little girl's name."

"Well, I know you're not a little girl," I said, my tone carrying across an
unspoken 'obviously!', "but you're still young. How old are you?"

"I'm 20. I'll be 21...tomorrow." She grinned. "Hey, pull over here."

If she hadn't waved her hand towards it, I would have completely missed
where the shoulder of the road expanded. In the daytime, it probably was a
great viewpoint. In the dark, it was a place to park and be swallowed by
the darkness.

As my engine idled, Meggie undid her seatbelt. She balanced on her knees
and looked at me.

"Hey."

I turned my head towards her. This time, she did place the palm of one hand
gently on my face. Her smile was so angelic that I almost wanted to
cry. Gently, she stroked my cheek.

"I can tell by all the questions that you're asking that you don't really
want to talk. That's okay. Sometimes, there just are no words. I don't want
you to be sad, though. What's your name...?"

"Stella," I said softly. She stroked her thumb over my lips as I said my
name.

"Stella," she echoed. She looked deeply into my eyes. I felt myself getting
lost. "Now that is a beautiful name. Come here, Stella."

She leaned over the parking break to place her mouth over my own. As our
lips met, I felt her body extending a little farther. In a moment, I felt
my seatback completely recline. There was a faint "click," and I noticed
that she released my seatbelt soon afterwards.

"Sometimes, Stella," Meggie said, unbuttoning the top of her dress as she
straddled my waist, "it's the really simple things that can help make
things better."

She undid the buttons to her waist and shrugged back the fabric. I learned
that her breasts were the same shade of moonlight as her face. Tender pink
nipples were hardened into delectable looking points. Meggie stroked my
dark black hair away from my face. She let her lips rest on mine very
lightly, and for not nearly as long as I would have liked.

"Suck on my nipples," she whispered, bringing one breast to my mouth. "Take
my breast between your lips, and suckle me like I'm your mother and you're
my own sweet little baby. Do it, Stella. Mommy wants to feel you suck on
her tits."

Shaking, I obeyed. I parted my lips to allow the tips of her breasts
entry. I took as much as I could before closing my mouth. I sucked gently,
at first, as if afraid that she'd change her mind if I went too fast. I
could only do this for a little while. My desire began to consume me, and I
suckled harder. I pulled her precious pink tit anxiously between my teeth,
flicking my tongue over the very tip with quick, lashing repetitions.
Meghan's back arched in ecstasy, and I grasped her other breast with one
hand.

"Oh, baby...baby..." she moaned. There were tears at the corners of her
eyes. I think I was hurting her a little. She looked as if she might ask me
to stop. As the words seemed to form, I raised my other hand to her
mouth. I slipped the fingers between her lips, feeling the words being
stifled as I heard the consonants jumble. I slipped my fingers in and out
of her mouth as I continued the assault on her breasts. As I noticed her
near protests becoming groans, I slipped my digits out of her mouth.

"Oh!" she began, but quickly merged that into a grunt as the fingers she
moistened reached beneath her dress, pulled aside the elastic of her
panties, and penetrated her.

Her words only excited me further. My other hand left her breast and
savagely tore her panties off. Futilely, she reached down to try to stop
me. I was already squirming a finger from that hand into her tight little
anus.

"Ah!" she cried. Her hand found my wrist and attempted to move it
away. Stubbornly, I wriggled the finger deeper into her anus. "Oh, god,
Stella, I've never - "

I let her breast leave my hungry mouth. I noticed that it was red and bore
my teeth marks.

"Meghan," I murmured. Her dazed eyes found their way to my face. She looked
halfway torn between ecstasy and pain. "Meghan, sweet Meghan. Please. I'm
hurting so much inside, and you're the only one that can make it better.
Will you please help me? Will you listen to me, and make me feel better?"

My words seemed to reach her softer, more philanthropic nature. Although
she seemed hesitant, she nodded.

"Then come for me, Meggie," I said. In one swift motion, my fingers left
her tight, juicy pussy and joined the ones that were already in her ass.
The motion propelled her towards my face, and she screamed in pain. This
quieted almost instantly as I positioned her sweet folds over my mouth.

"Come for me," I repeated, then thrust my tongue into her hole. I continued
to fuck her with my tongue as my fingers stretched out her tiny virgin
anus. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. The wetness from her
womanhood flowed even more swiftly down my tongue and into my mouth. There
was too much for me to take. I could feel some of the sweet, sticky fluid
slide down my chin, over my neck, and into my hair.

I moved my head back long enough to bark commands: "Play with your tits."

She obeyed, massaging those gorgeous C cups in her hands. The nipples grew
impossibly harder.

"Tell me you love me, Meggie."

"Oh...god...Stella, I - I love you!"

"Tell me that you like this."

"I love it, Stella! I love the way you fuck my pussy and fuck my ass with
your fingers."

"Do you want me to stop, Meggie? Say the word, and I'll stop?"

"Ungh...no...please... Make me come, Stella. I want to come for you..."

With that, I stopped talking, and closed my lips on her clitoris. I sucked
on it as hard as I'd sucked on her nipples, with the same flicking motion
of my tongue. Within seconds, I felt the walls of her vagina tense. My face
became shiny and sticky as her orgasm caused an especially large flush of
fluid all over my face and hair. I drove my fingers in her ass one final,
hard time, making sure she didn't move away as she came. As her body began
to relax, I slid her so that she lay completely over me. I buried my hands
in her hair and forced her mouth to meet mine, to taste how good she was.

"Thank you, Meggie," I whispered, stroking her hair and down to her bare
ass. "You were right. I really do feel better, now."