Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2002 22:22:51 -0600
From: Tiffany Senterfitt <ForMySaniT@msn.com>
Subject: I Love You, My Friend- Ch 2

Title: I Love You, My Friend- Ch 2
By: ForMySaniT
(lesbian, romance)

(Disclaimer: This is a story describing the evolution of a friendship
between two young women into a deeper bond. Looking back on this, I wonder
if perhaps I should have categorized this under "Young Friends." Oh,
well. C'est La Vie. Back on to the lawyer-like chat. If a romantic
relationship of that nature offends you, I recommend that you stop reading
now. Although, if you are like me, you'll say, "Viva, femme/femme!")

				Chapter Two

"How about a movie?" Elisabeth offered softly into a delicate ear.

 Christene watched as Elisabeth pulled away to grab the remote on the
nearby coffee table.

 Elisabeth turned on the tv, ensuring that her friend would be interested
in staying exactly where she was by changing the channel to an old black
and white movie. She heard Christene make a soft declaration as she
returned to her place at Christene's side, although this time, she brought
Christene's arm around her.

 "I know this one." Christene felt long fingers intertwining with her own
as Elisabeth held her hand.

 "What is it?" Elisabeth nuzzled the chest which her head lay against.

 "This is an old Henry Fonda movie. He's about to come out of the back."
Christene gave a quick nod, indicating to look to the tv just as a young
Fonda emerged from the back room. "I think the movie is called, 12 Angry
Men or something."

 Elisabeth was not paying much attention to the movie. She was staring down
at the hand holding hers. She was charting over its palm with her nail,
memorizing every line. Occasionally, she saw the hand jerk just
slightly. She knew why. Christene had always had sensitive hands. The young
woman's palms bordered on terribly ticklish, but for whatever reason,
Christene was allowing her little study. She kissed the palm in a show of
thanks, then continued her study. The arm around her pulling her closer, in
a gentle squeeze felt nice as she felt the muscle tighten and contract at
her back only to loosen its hold, relaxing against her once more.

 The movie had only been on for perhaps, the maximum of thirty minutes
before Elisabeth's squirming became much too noticeable to ignore.

 Staring forward to the tv, Christene asked, "What's the matter?" Her
friend's squirming was about as obvious as a nun in a whorehouse, she
thought. It simply would not be ignored.

 "You play too rough," Elisabeth said, rubbing her neck.

 Now, Christene was a notorious flirt. This was no secret. She knew just
about every trick in the book and, "My neck hurts," was just about the
oldest trick in existence. This was a sure way to enable touching between
two, who would potentially be more. She huffed a laugh at the possible bait
being set out in front of her. What would she do? Would she swim on or...

 Christene motioned to the floor with her chin. "Lie down on your stomach."
Okay, she thought to herself, so I just got hooked. Willingly, yes, but I
have still been hooked.

 Elisabeth felt Christene's southern accent, rush through her entire being
with those few words. She realized that after going this far, it would be
so hard to back down now. Lowering herself to the carpeted floor, she
reeled at what was happening. She could feel her relationship with this,
her best friend, for so long, beginning to change into something more,
something grander. Hesitating for a brief moment, she looked to the younger
teen over her shoulder. "Are you sure about this, Christie?"

 Christene nodded. Actually, she was extremely sure about this. Sure that
being here with Elisabeth, this night, in this moment, was exactly where
she needed to be.

 Unbuttoning her shirt quickly despite her trembling hands, Elisabeth
thought she might have mumbled something about it being easier for
Christene to massage her back without the shirt. In all honesty, she wanted
nothing more than to feel her skin connecting with Christene's in a
completely new experience. She kept her back to her best friend, hoping to
hide the fear and the desire that were making her thoughts such a blur.

 She had waited until Elisabeth was lying on her stomach comfortably before
Christene had gently moved on top of her, straddling her hips. She closed
her eyes for just a brief moment to take the time and calm her shaking
hands.

 "What's wrong with me?" she whispered under her breath. Christene had
given massages to people before. In fact, she loved doing this so much that
she knew that someday it would be her life's work. If this was the case,
why did her hands tremble the way they were now?

 Elisabeth raised her head from its pillow against her crossed arms. "What
did you say, C?"

 "I said, 'Let's start. Shall we?' " Christene sighed as her friend seemed
to believe her on-the-fly answer.

 Slowly, Christene rested her hands against the smooth skin of Elisabeth's
back. She listened to her friend make a sighed comment about the warmth of
her hands. It was true her hands always seemed to have the uncanny way of
growing warm just before a massage as if they wanted to do their part to
soothe the aching muscles. Just as was the case every times she gave a
massage, her hands seemed to know instinctively just how much pressure to
apply.

 Christene smiled as she heard Elisabeth give a moaned purr of appreciation
as her hands moved softly over her back while adding just a bit more
pressure around her neck and shoulders. Every person had their own
individual liking and she had just found what suited Elisabeth.

 The hands easing effortlessly, over her body were an odd sort of torture
for Elisabeth. She tried to muffle the sounds of her excitement against her
forearms. Her hips involuntarily arched into her best friend, who responded
in kind by slowing the massage. She could feel Christene's hands trailing
down the length of her back. She enjoyed the feeling so much that doubted
anything could make her enjoy this moment anymore. Then, she felt manicured
nails trace lightly down her back. The feeling immediately caused a shiver
of delight to race up and down her spine.

 A groaned declaration of excitement filled the air causing Christene to
feel a tingling sensation enter her entire body. She leaned forward,
feeling Elisabeth move upward once again in the hopes of pressing their
bodies together. "How does that feel, love? Do you like this?"

 "This feels- " Elisabeth was all, but purring. "Wonderful ... but it is
your turn, now." She looked over her shoulder with her hazel-green eyes
bordering on a very intense green at the moment. "Take off your shirt,
Christie."

 Crossing her arms over her body, Christene hooked her fingers under the
hem of her t-shirt. She pulled the garment overhead, feeling the friction
of Elisabeth's hips rolling smoothly beneath her as her best friend turned
to face her. When she cast the shirt down to the ground, she found now very
green eyes caressing her entire body before Elisabeth ever reached up with
her hand.

 Lightly, Elisabeth traced, over the tops of Christene's breasts and the
lacy fabric that ebbed on the cleavage. "You have such a beautiful - " She
sighed. "Bra."

 Christene smirked. So we are talking about fashion, huh, she
thought. "Thanks, love. I'm glad you like it."

 "Oh, I do. It looks amazing on you. YOU... look amazing."

 Cupping her friend's face, Christene pulled Elisabeth forward, then kissed
her forehead lovingly. She backed away just a bit, while still cupping her
friend's face to stare into hazel-green eyes. "Thank you."

 Elisabeth kissed over warm palms. The fear that had been causing her
feelings to rage from one extreme to the next - this is wrong. No, this is
right.- was beginning to dwindle to a ghostly memory. She wanted to be with
Christene. It was her belief that Christene wanted this as well. She just
had never been with another woman and wasn't sure how to proceed, if
Christene allowed it. Her best friend was certainly charming her enough to
make the possibility seem perfectly natural to her.

 "Let me do you, now." Elisabeth said.

 Nodding, Christene traded places with her best friend. The feel of
Elisabeth's weight upon her felt wonderful to the fifteen-year-old.

 Elisabeth ensured that the gentleness of the past few moments continued by
touching Christene with the softest of touches. Her tanned hands moving
over the skin of Christene's back caught her attention as she noticed the
contrast in skin tone. Elisabeth's caramel skin was not the deep cinnamon
that Christene's had become from her summer exploits in the sun.

 "You know," she said putting an end to the silence. "This might be better
if- "

 "Yes?" Christene rested her head against the pillow of her folded
arms. "If what?"

 "Well, I was just thinking that I might be able to reach more of your back
if- "

 Christene laughed in understanding. "Ohhhh... okay."

 Elisabeth felt her heart racing. She had just been given permission to act
out one of her favorite fantasies. With nervous fingers, she unclasped the
bra peeling it away from smooth skin. She trailed her fingers lightly over
trusting shoulders, where she pushed the straps barely clinging to stay
upright off the young woman's arms.

 Christene lifted up just a bit then removed the last of the bra tossing it
away. "No sense in laying on it, funny," she said before laying her head
once again against her arms.

 Elisabeth groaned in response to the teen, who lay naked from the waist
up. She massaged, over the strong back allowing her hands to run up and
down the silky skin of her best friend's sides. Her fingers barely managed
to brush the sides of Christene's breasts sending her excitement racing
wildly through her loins. The hips beneath her arched upward into her
inspiring her to take the opportunity for more fleeting caresses. She
ground her own hips against Christene needing this interaction to continue.

 "So what would you like to do, tonight?" Christene asked as their gentle
grinding took on an undeniable pattern. There was no way to pass this off
as simple friendly affection. This could be so much more, if they gave it
the chance.

 Answering honestly, Elisabeth spoke in a throaty voice. "I don't know. I
am just really enjoying this.... being with you, now."

 Turning her head to rest on its side, Christene opened her eyes
lazily. "So am I."

 Elisabeth glanced at the clock on the wall. She was not sure when her
parents would be home, but she certainly did not want them walking in on
this. Whatever this is turning into, she thought. The thought of the words,
which were running throughout her mind caused her soft palms to perspire
just slightly. "Would you like to move this to my bedroom?"
 Christene smiled. "That would be nice."

 Rising slowly to her feet, Elisabeth led the way to her bedroom. She
turned to look over her shoulder with the sound of Christene chuckling
softly under her breath. "What?"

 Christene had begun to lift off the floor, when she realized that she had
tossed her bra away. She motioned with her chin to her bra lying just out
of reach. "I forgot."

 A beautiful smile played across Elisabeth's lips. She walked over to the
lacy white bra picking it up off the carpeted floor.

 "Thanks," Christene said, extending her hand.

 Offering the bra, Elisabeth hesitated. She smiled wickedly then pulled
back her hand just as Christene was about to grasp the lacy undergarment.

 "Hah, hah. Very funny," Christene sighed. "Now, give it back, Lanky."

 Elisabeth tossed the bra over her shoulder with a smile. "No, I don't
think I will." Taking a playful step back, she motioned for Christene by
curling her with her index finger. "If you want it, you'll have to come and
get it."

 The arching eyebrow told her of the fire she was lighting within her best
friend. Elisabeth knew that she would have to word this just right or her
sometimes, "unpredictable" friend, might not handle this as she would like.

 "Frankly, I don't think you have the guts," she taunted with her most
beautiful smile. That had done it. She could clearly see that glint in
Christene's eyes. She had just waved a red flag in front of her best friend
and Christene was responding.

 "Oh, I don't huh," Christene huffed.

 Christene pushed off the ground wanting to prove that she was not afraid
of a challenge. Her left arm draped across her chest hugging her body
tightly. She knew that her forearm was only covering her deep brown
nipples. The rest of her full breasts were clearly in view. She walked to
her best friend fully aware of hazel-green eyes taking in her naked upper
body. With her free hand, she grabbed her bra from Elisabeth's shoulder
then continued to travel down the quiet hall.

 Elisabeth gave her friend a few moments' head start. Then, she jogged to
catch up with her. She wrapped her arms around Christene hugging her from
behind. Her lips lightly kissed over bare shoulders. "You do look kind of
comfy."

 Reaching behind her with her free hand, Christene pulled Elisabeth
closer. She leaned back resting her head against a soft shoulder. "Oh, I
am." The kisses being offered to her shoulder steadily moving upward to her
neck gave her a new kind of courage.

 Christene turned to face Elisabeth. When she felt her breasts tightly
pressed against her best friend's, she lowered her arm. She wrapped her
arms around the taller young woman, knowing that Elisabeth was indeed
enjoying their intimacy. Her hands lightly charted, over the soft skin of
her friend's back. She could feel moist lips kissing her lashes, her
forehead, her cheeks, her chin. Those lips always missed her own, but they
grew a bit more daring with each encouraged act.

 Elisabeth tensed terribly with the sudden freeness enveloping her. She
narrowed her eyes playfully on her best friend, who was much too proud of
herself as she backed away, taking her bra with her. The straps sliding
loosely down the length of her arms mildly caught her gaze. Her eyes were
much too focused on the fact that her bra was just barely covering
Christene's breasts. Christene was no longer hiding herself from her. The
sight of her best friend running in the opposite direction, waving her bra
like a flag of triumph sent her into action as she rushed to catch up to
the young woman. She was forced to stop with the slamming of her bedroom
door.

 "Lemme in, Shorty!" Elisabeth laughed while pounding on the door.

 Christene held her ground, pushing against the door and screaming as her
taller friend used her height against her to push against the door. "No!,"
she squealed. "That's what you get for picking on me!"

 "Oh, you love me and you know it!" Elisabeth pushed harder feeling that
her petite friend was losing her footing on the other end. "Admit it,
Christie!"

 "Hah!" Christene laughed sarcastically. "Get over yourself." She turned
her back to the door, pushing back and laughing harder as she began to
slide with Elisabeth's efforts. "And no fair using my own words against me,
lovely!"

 "Who said anything about playing fair?!"

 A sound subtle, but nonetheless commanding in its important caused
Elisabeth to pound against the door with more urgency while Christene's
laughter increased to new mirth-filled levels.

 "Let me, in Christene. I know you heard that car pull up!" Elisabeth
continuously glanced over her shoulder to make sure that her parents did
not sneak up on her. "Let me in, now! They can't see me like this! Let me
in!"

 "Nope, sorry. I don't think I will."

 "Come on, Shorty. Please!"

 Smiling arrogantly, Christene decided to prolong this moment of
torture. "I don't like that nickname and you know it."

 "Liar! You do like that name. I'm the only person that you've ever really
let call you that! I could call you, Your Majesty the Queen of Sheba and
you would love it because you know I love you!"

 "What was that?" Christene asked in soft, but serious tone.

 Elisabeth's face blanched while she heeded her friend's warning and
listened to the sound of the key turning in the front door. She was not
aware that Christene was more preoccupied with the way that she had said
that she loved her. Just as she heard the sound of her mother's heels upon
the floor and the door closing behind her, she thought her heart might
burst. The footsteps drawing closer caused her to hold her breath. She
closed her eyes trying to think of a possible explanation for why she was
naked from the waist up. The door lurching open while a hand grabbed her,
pulling her inside the bedroom saved her just as her mother rounded the
corner.

 Christene and Elisabeth held her breaths with the sound of the knock at
the door which they were resting against.

 "Girls, are you still awake?" Gloria asked.

 "Yes, Ma'am," Christene giggled.

 "Well, I won't interrupt your evening. I just wanted to let you know that
we are going to go salsa. I am not sure when we will be in so don't wait
up. I'm just here to change and then I'll be leaving. You two be good and
have fun, okay."

 "We will," the girls said in unison then, listened to Gloria leaving for
her bedroom.

 Elisabeth rolled to face her best friend with her head still resting
against the door. She allowed her eyes to roam lazily over full
breasts. Her eyes were caught by Christene's in a moment of connection. She
sighed in contentedness, when Christene turned to face her. "I really have
missed you," she whispered.

 Christene looked down to see her hand being taken into Elisabeth's in a
very tender action. "And I've missed you, love."

 Leaning forward, Christene brushed her lips softly over the corner of
Elisabeth's mouth. If Elisabeth had grown uncomfortable or wanted/needed to
stop, she could have easily dismissed the act as purely accidental, saying
that she was actually trying to kiss her friend's cheek. Her lips hovered
just over Elisabeth's for a moment, waiting for her friend to protest, but
those pleas to cease this progression never came. She brushed her lips
against Elisabeth's slowly, taking the time to properly memorize the feel
of her friend's lips. The lips parting against hers were teased by her
tongue tracing across them with feather-light strokes inspiring a low moan
to leave those lips.

 Elisabeth grew a bit more daring in this, their first kiss. She caressed a
warm tongue with her own. Her movements were instructed as Christene held
her hands lovingly within her own, lacing their fingers together. Their
interwoven hands were brought around the young woman's waist, where they
rested at the small of Christene's back. She smiled happily with the feel
of holding her best friend's hands at her back. There was also the new
sense of their breasts being pressed against each other, skin on skin.

 The sound of Elisabeth moaning into her mouth joined Christene's own
inhalation through her nose while the kiss deepened. She released her hold
of the hands in hers. Her hands snaked their way up the smooth arms, over
silky shoulders and then a lengthy neck, where they found their home
cupping Elisabeth's beautiful face. The hands which had been resting
against the small of her back moved slowly downward.

 Hands never before experiencing the chance to touch another woman caressed
over a full ass while Elisabeth rolled her head back to grant more access
to the lips kissing her neck. "I love you," she found herself whispering
breathlessly.

 The lips brushing over the older girl's collar bone fluttered with the
words which were responding to her own promise of love. Elisabeth could
feel the vibration of the voice speaking against her skin. She thought that
she might cry from the feeling and genuine love she heard in Christene's
voice. It was so contrary to what she had known with her
ex-boyfriend. There was no reluctance to admit her love in the voice. There
was no sense of obligation to say those things. Christene meant every word
of it and Elisabeth knew it.

 Her hand moved timidly to a full breast. Elisabeth could feel the warmth
of her palm pressing against a taut nipple. She squeezed firmly, feeling
the lips against her neck curl into a smile. "You are enjoying this," she
teased in a throaty voice.

 A tongue running up the length of her neck only to stop with a playful nip
at her chin caused Elisabeth to shiver.

 "And you aren't?" Christene smiled.

 Elisabeth wrapped her arms around her new girlfriend's neck, hugging her
happily. "You are such a cocky lil shit!"

 Embracing Elisabeth's waist, Christene gave an impish grin. "But you love
me, anyway."

 Sighing contentedly, Elisabeth nodded. "Yes, I do." Her expression changed
slightly as the seductive thoughts running rampant throughout her mind
returned to the forefront. She reached down to lock the door. The smile
which continued to grow more mischievous in nature called to be commented
upon. "Oh, you just keep on smiling, babe. By tomorrow morning, I'm going
to have it wiped off your face."

 Christene pushed off the door with a huff as her hand was taken and she
was lead more into the room. "You want to wipe my smile off my face,
huh. Were you thinking about replacing it with anything in particular?"

 "Oh, I can definitely think of a few things that might be better on it."

 Laughing, Christene watched her best friend taking a seat in front of her
on the edge of the bed. She stood for a moment simply taking the young
woman in. "Well, aren't we the sweet-talker?"

 Elisabeth reached out to place her hands softly on Christene's
hips. "Baby, I don't exactly know how to do this," she whispered as her
lips kissed over those hips. "I know that I want to but- "

 Christene smiled reassuringly. She bent down to kiss her best
friend. Moving forward, she caused the older girl to lean back until she
rested against the bed. Holding herself up on her arms, she kissed over the
long neck. "No one ever knows what they are doing the first time they are
with someone new, right, Beth?"

 Elisabeth nodded quickly before closing her eyes to concentrate on the
lips growing closer to her chest. She could remember being so awkward and
clumsy with her exboyfriend. It had taken her a bit to know his likes and
dislikes. She would simply have to start that process over again, but this
time she would do it with her best friend, someone whom she was certain
without a doubt loved her dearly.

 The sensation of her chin grazing the swell of her friend's breast caught
her attention. Christene continued kissing downward until her lips brushed
over a hardened nipple. The chocolate nub was so similar in color to her
own. Curiously, she lightly flicked it with her tongue. The sudden jerked
reaction that came from the woman beneath her made her smile. Inching
forward, she kissed it once more then swirled her tongue around it
fully. The gasp which filled the air was accompanied by two hands cupping
her face and pulling her closer. She listened to the silent request and
took Elisabeth's nipple into her mouth for the first time.

 The sudden warmth enveloping her nipple caused Elisabeth to groan. For a
split moment, she wondered if perhaps, her mother could hear her sounds of
arousal. She then, decided to ignore that possibility and simply enjoy
herself as her mother had instructed.

 Loving strokes of Christene's tongue caressed her nipple as Elisabeth felt
the mouth continuing to suckle at her breast. She gasped again when a
gentle hand began to tease her other nipple between finger and thumb. Her
fingers ran affectionately through dark hair before her hand trailed down
to smooth shoulders. She realized that she was getting excited much too
quickly and wanted to do something to postpone the inevitable. "No,
Christie, wait," she breathed.

 Tensing Christene immediately ceased all action. She pushed up, placing
her weight into her elbows as she moved and settled comfortable against the
woman beneath her. Her dark brown eyes showed a deep fear within them. "Did
I hurt you?"

 Elisabeth cupped Christene's face kissing over her lips slowly. A soft
laugh of astonishment left her lips. "No, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
scare you."

 Arching her eyebrow, Christene looked down on her best friend
curiously. "Then, what's wrong?" she asked as her lips kissed lightly
across Elisabeth's long neck.

 Smiling, Elisabeth answered, "Nothing is wrong, sweetie. I just wanted to
slow down a bit. It would be very easy to just get lost in this and- "

 Christene laughed softly into her girlfriend's ear. "And your mother is
down the hall, right?"

 A slight nod was all Elisabeth had to do. She smoothed a soft warm
cheek. "Besides, I want to properly enjoy you, C." She looked down at her
skirt and Christene's jeans. "Do you understand what I mean?"

 "Yes, I do." Christene kissed Elisabeth lazily. She purposely took her
time in order to once again build the older teen's passions to the heights
which they had reached only moments ago. The feel of her best friend
smiling against her lips ended their kiss. "How would you like to do this?"

 "Mm, take them off," Elisabeth purred, tugging at the jeans. "I want to
watch."

 Christene backed away to fulfil the request. She stood at the end of the
bed feeling hazel-green eyes on her burning her skin with their
intensity. Unbuttoning her jeans came with an unthought-out
familiarity. She unzipped them then reached to hook her thumbs at both her
jeans and her underwear and hesitated. Instead, she opted to just pull down
her jeans and stepped out of them.

 Elisabeth sighed with a happy smile as she raised up on her elbows. "How
did I just know they would be black?" she asked, taking in the panties
which were cut high on the hip and dangerously low on the lower abdomen.

 Looking down at her black undergarments, Christene chuckled. She thought
about it for a moment realizing what her best friend was referring to. The
white cotton bra on top symbolizing the good little girl while the sexy
black panties were hidden from everyone symbolizing what lie behind the
perfected angel act.

 Clasping her hands together and resting them against her heart, Christene
used her southern accent to its fullest. "Why whatever do you mean?" She
playfully batted her lashes playing the good little Southern Belle.

 Elisabeth sat up with a smile. "Oh, don't you use that 'Southern damsel'
routine on me, Tiffany Christene. It won't work."

 The older teen reached out pulling her new girlfriend's waist to her
greedily. The laughter filling her room filled her heart as well. She
kissed over those black panties teasingly nipping at them in places. Her
fingers reached to the thin material covering the hips which her lips found
themselves continuously kissing. Hooking her fingers around it, she slowly
guided the underwear down granting each new inch of exposed skin a loving
kiss. When she had caused the whisper of undergarments to puddle to the
ground around Christene's feet, she helped the young woman step out of
them. She stared up at the naked young woman with softening green eyes.

 "You are beautiful, Christie," Elisabeth whispered. Her hands caressed,
over the unveiled body while she allowed her eyes to roam over her
lover. She noted the subtle blush touching Christene's cheeks bringing that
familiar flame-shaped flush to appear just between her brows. The lips
mouthing the words, thank you, sent a ripple of excitement racing through
her.

 Kneeling down in front of Elisabeth, Christene smoothed her soft hands
over silky thighs. She inched upward slowly before teasingly returning
toward Elisabeth's knees. With each movement, she ventured higher moving
beneath the pale yellow skirt. When at last her fingers had reached the hem
of her best friend's panties along sensitive intimate regions, she traced
her nail along the lining at the inner thigh. She could hear Elisabeth's
breath trembling while hips pushed upward trying to encourage her to touch
her in such a loving and intimate way. That touch would be something
completely new and un-experienced for them both.

 Elisabeth felt the hand smoothing over her thinly-sheathed sex very
lightly at first. She closed her eyes registering how attentively Christene
charted the slope of her. The need filling her steadily caused her hips to
arch into the hand so close to her clit. A sensation as intense as she had
ever known forced her body to jerk with the feel of her clit pressing into
a heated palm. The hand continued to stay flat against her pussy was
driving her wild, but it was the thumb tracing idly along her slit that was
sending her pulse racing. She gasped aloud when the same curious thumb
paused at her opening easing as far into her at the confining panties would
allow. Breathlessly, she parted her legs hoping to give Christene more
access.

 The movements that followed inspired a low guttural growl to emanate from
deep within herself. She was so surprised by the sound, that she wondered
if it had come from her at all or if it had been some lust-driven
outsider. It seemed to have been distant somehow.  Warm breath curling over
her moistened vaginal lips was bringing her blood to a boil. That need was
taking over all thought. If she had worried that she might not be aroused
as much by a woman as she could be by a man, that thought fizzled away to
nothing with the first kiss placed against her intimate lips. The tongue
moving over her clit through the thin fabric of her panties caused her to
clutch massive handfuls of her comforter.

 Christene pulled away reluctantly, hearing a mournful moan leaving her
lover's lips. "Be patient, love," she whispered as she offered a reassuring
smile. She removed the last of the clothing which had been separating them
slowly despite her near-overwhelming desire to rip the skirt away and
merely push the panties to the side and continue this new development in an
almost animalistic method. She might have liked to devour Elisabeth with
the same hungry need, but fought for calm instead. When at last her best
friend was completely naked for her eyes to feast upon, she sighed in
contentment. Her hands touched her lover's thighs so lightly that it
threatened to be tickling.

 Elisabeth squirmed under Christene's touch, doing her best not to wiggle
too much while this loving study proceeded. The pressure within the hands
roaming over her body began to steadily increase as the surety of the young
woman's caress improved. A massage of sorts across her entire lower body
left her aching for fulfilment. She smoothed her hand over Christene's
proud jaw. Her fingertips lightly caught at Christene's chin guiding the
soft mouth toward her wetness. She closed her eyes with her lover's
approach and the warmth of trembling breath bathing her innermost skin. She
sensed more than felt the mouth opening against her so close now, so very
close to giving her what she needed. The very point of her lover's tongue
left its home to find a new one within her pink folds. Her head fell back
to the bed as she surrendered to the mouth pleasuring her so
completely. The tears welling inside her eyes left her lashes spilling from
her eyes where they ran hotly down her cheeks. She fought for her breath
while Christene kissed her just as lovingly and slowly as she had kissed
her mouth only moments before. It amazed her the gentleness displayed
against her. She had always been made to believe that this was a chore,
something that shouldn't be enjoyed, but Christene did not seem to be
repulsed by her appearance or her taste. In fact, as she felt Christene
back away to gaze at her pussy intently, she sighed with the words wrapping
around her being and warming her entirely.

 "You are so beautiful, love. I've never seen anything so beautiful."

 Christene used her fingers to gently part her lover's lips once more then
her tongue delved deeply into a quivering opening. She could feel the
elixir leaving her lover's lips growing in volume. Greedily, she drank from
this fount. Her mind forever remembering this moment. The inner muscles of
a life-giving canal began to tighten around her tongue, gripping tightly at
it.

 A sudden stillness overtook her. Elisabeth grew rigid. Her abdomen
contracting fiercely was accompanied by the feel of her body tingling with
sensitivity. She held her eyes tightly closed sending a flurry of colors
across her mind's eye. The blood coursing throughout her body was filled
with electricity charting to her every cell, her every vein until it all
converged at the apex of her legs, leaving her body in the form of sweet
nectar which was received by a waiting mouth.

 Her hands cupped full hips pulling Elisabeth all the more to her
mouth. Christene listened to the cries filling the air. She had never heard
anything more beautiful as her name panted again and again with utter
devotion inside that voice. If this unconditional love was what it meant to
be with another woman than this would be her life for as long as Elisabeth
would have her. She slowed her oral journey trying gently to bring her
lover down. When the body connecting in such a powerful way with her own
fell limp, she granted one last kiss to those blood-filled lips and rose
from her place kneeling at the end of the bed. She crawled slowly up the
lengthy body, kissing over the sweat-glistened body beneath her. A new
delicacy tickled her pallet with the salty taste of sweat mingling with the
juices which anointed her skin.

 Elisabeth wrapped her arms around Christene's neck. She held to the young
woman desperately. "Don't leave me," she whispered. She kissed Christene in
a way that seemed to seal their relationship further. "I love you,
Christie. I always have. We should never have been apart. We lost so much
time."

 Christene frowned in a mix of deep concern and fear as Elisabeth began to
weep against her chest. She held tightly to her best friend, now her lover
with the distinct feeling that this was not necessarily about her at
all. Rather, this was the last of Elisabeth's heartaches being cast out
manifested in tears. She continued to hold her lover promising that
everything would be okay as she kissed sweat-brimmed hair. With a quick
easy motion, she pulled the sheets over their bodies.

 Together, they lay tangled in each other's arms for hours into the
night. It was not until the moon was high in the sky that Christene awoke
to the feel of lips gently charting her body. She smiled sleepily.

 "What are you doing?" Christene whispered into the stillness of the night.

 "Shh," Elisabeth said softly. "I want to show you how much I love you."

** Christene stepped down from the treadmill after completing her
run. Here, inside the exercise room, it was quiet. She took comfort in the
solitude, relishing the time to think. Her thoughts drifted to the night
before and her lover, who lay sleeping. The long run had passed so quickly
this morning. She smiled, knowing that this newfound energy must have
something to do with Elisabeth. Once again, her mind drifted to the
possibilities of where things might head between them. She pushed it away,
deciding to wait and discuss these things with Elisabeth.

 Gloria entered the exercise room with a large cup of coffee in hand. She
smiled sleepily as she walked toward the teen, who was toweling herself off
after her run. The pale bleached-white fabric of her robe was such a
contrast to her bronzed skin and hazel eyes. Running her fingers through
her lengthy black tresses, she smiled.

 "Buenos dias, Angelita," she greeted, warmly. Leaning forward, she lightly
brushed her lips over Christene's temple.

 Christene returned the affectionate smile. "Good morning, Tia."

 The teen took in the way that Gloria sipped her coffee as if she were
somehow expecting it to save her from the intensity of the morning. "Did
you have fun, last night?"

 Gloria nodded eagerly, even as a mischievous smile peeked out from behind
her coffee mug. "It's been a long time since I danced that much. I had so
much fun, though! I've missed Texas and you and your mother."

 "Well, we missed you, too." Christene reached for her water taking a quick
sip. A smirk touched her lips as she asked, "Did you wear mom out?"

 Laughter filled the quiet room as Gloria thought about what her best
friend must be like this morning. "Yes!" She returned Christene's smirk. "I
think that's the last time she's ever going to say that I've gone soft. I
matched her drink for drink and then some! Honestly, you don't forget how
to salsa and have a good time, when you're Latin. It's in the blood!"

 Gloria's laughter continued with lighthearted ease as Christene took her
free hand and the two danced. "Baby, you're good!"

 Christene waved off the compliment as she threw her towel over her
shoulder. She chuckled under her breath while Gloria insisted that they
should have a big party with lots of music and dancing to celebrate the
upcoming July 4th and Christene's birthday which would be one month
after. She listened to Gloria planning it all in her excitement.

 "We could combine them," she said. "One huge party! What do you think,
little one?"

 Personally, Christene would have much rather had something small for her
birthday but, the gleam in Gloria's eyes told her how much this would mean
to her. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. We could invite la familia."

 Gloria beamed as she tried to contain her excitement. "Yes, I have not
seen the familia from Méjico in so long!"

 "Well, then, that's what we should do, then."

 Wrapping her arm around Christene's shoulders, Gloria hugged the young
woman. "Thank you," she whispered. She knew what Christene had just done
for her and she loved her for it.

 Kissing Gloria's cheek, Christene said a silent, "you're welcome." She
pulled away slightly to reach for her water bottle once again.

 "So. . .what about you? Did you have fun, last night?" Gloria asked
studying Christene. The young woman had certainly grown up a great deal
since she had last seen her. The black sports bra and shorts made her look
more like a woman than the short lil sassy kid that she remembered to be so
spirited.

 Nodding, Christene flashed a grin. "Yes, I did, actually."

 "From what I saw, it looks like I was not the only one to wear out their
best friend. Elisabeth looked like she could sleep all morning," Gloria
said just as Christene took a large sip of water.

 Christene began coughing as she nearly choked on her water. She doubled
over trying to catch her breath while Gloria gently patted her back.

 Bending down near Christene's ear, Gloria said, "Yes, I saw her."

 Gasping for air, Christene held up her hand, "Tia, I can explain if you
just give me a moment to- "

 "To think of a clever excuse?" Gloria shook her head. "I don't think so."
She slowly began to smile. "You two have loved each other for a long time,
corazón. I suppose it was only a matter of time before you took it to
another level. Besides, Beth looks so happy. She was smiling in her
sleep. You don't know how much that means to me. I haven't seen her smile
like that in such a long time."

 Christene straightened up with Gloria's help. She stared at the older
woman with curious brown eyes. "You knew. Didn't you? This entire time,
you've known."

 Gloria smiled broadly.  She gently rested her hand on Christene's
cheek. "I know you'll take care of her." When Christene nodded, she
motioned for her to go. "Well, go on. A woman likes to wake up to her lover
smiling down on her."

 "Yes, ma'am." Christene darted a quick kiss to Gloria's cheek then hurried
out of the room only to stop in the door with the sound of Gloria's voice.

 "I'm glad it was you, Christie. I really am."

 Christene felt her heart swell. She blew a kiss to Gloria before hurrying
to join her sleeping lover.

 Elisabeth rolled into the warmth of her girlfriend. She smiled
dreamily. "Good morning," she purred as she wrapped her arms around
Christene's waist.

 Stooping her head down, Christene brushed her lips over Elisabeth's. She
kissed her lover slowly, taking her time to relish this their first kiss of
the morning after. The low moan being swallowed by her lips was accompanied
by the feel of their legs weaving together. Hands pulled her body closer as
she deepened the kiss. Her tongue caressing against Elisabeth's caused a
shutter to race down her spine.

 Elisabeth broke the kiss while struggling to catch her breath. Her eyes
were now a very intense green. "What's gotten into, you, baby?"

 Christene smiled down on her lover. "Just happy, I guess."



If you enjoyed the story, positive feedback is always welcome. As always, I
might be inclined to write another chapter in their lives or the lives of
any of my other characters if asked nicely. Wishing you love and
happiness. ~ForMySaniT