|
About:
|
"
She looked intently into Beth’s eyes. She found no anger in those dancing, sparkling eyes.
"Do you want him to make love to you alone? I’m willing to share if he’s OK with it, but I want to be there!"
Rachael took Beth’s hands in hers staring intently. "Don’t tease me Beth. I know Michael loves you completely and would never hurt you. You can’t be serious."
"Of course I’m serious! Michael also loves you. And I know he’ll love Susan and Lynne if she’ll just keep her sarcasm under control. He hates sarcasm."
Rachael’s head spun. "Explain." It was a plea.
"The four of us are damaged and broken. Maybe Lynne has a chance at a normal life, but I’m not so sure. The other three of us will never have a normal life. Too far down that river to paddle back. With what my Dad is doing, I think we’ll have to become a self-contained unit for a long time. That means no man for two or three of us or we learn to share." Beth smiled at the confusion on Rachael’s face. Beth knew her logic was unassailable.
"Now I want to ask a question. What’s it like to be with a woman? I mean I know what a woman tastes like since that bitch sat on my face, but what’s it like to make love to another woman?"
Rachael pulled her off the couch and led her to Beth’s room, smiling.
Rachael closed the bedroom door softly, holding Beth’s hand. When she turned she began caressing Beth’s cheek with her fingertips, slowly leaning forward to kiss Beth’s full lips. It started slowly and built in intensity. Rachael’s tongue slid along Beth’s lips and into her mouth, slowly caressing the younger woman’s tongue with hers.
Finally the broke apart and stared at each other, clearly surprised at the intensity of the passion. Lust filled eyes searched lust filled eyes.
"Run a bath for us. I’ll get some wine." Rachael said in a voice filled with passion.
When she returned, the bath was running, Beth lighting several candles to add a romantic atmosphere.
Beth reached for Rachael and brought her into an embrace, feeling breasts pressed against breasts. Oddly, Beth took the lead. Her lips nibbled at Rachael’s neck just behind her ear.
Rachael let out a low moan.
Encouraged, Beth began trailing kisses down Rachael’s neck as she unbuttoned her blouse. Rachael moaned into the teen’s mouth. Beth deftly unclasped the bra and Rachael’s breasts came free. Beth cupped first one and then the other breast. Rachael had obviously had a breast lift. Beth broke the kiss and leaned down to take a hard, brown nipple in her mouth. Her pointed tongue traced around the dark aureoles and flicked over the hard nipple center.
Beth broke away and turned off the bath taps. Rachael leaned back against the bathroom wall, slowly regaining her composure. Beth returned to her and completed undressing her. Then she stepped back, undid her house pants and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Last came her bra. Her left breast still showed thin red lines from the last surgery. They would fade with time and anti-scar cream.
They eyed each other openly, as neither had ever seen the other naked.
Rachael’s 32B breasts had little sag, the nipples now standing erect with passion. Her belly was marked by faint stretch marks, but was flat and toned. Rachael pirouetted showing off toned calves and thighs and a magnificent tight ass. Clearly she knew a good plastic surgeon.
"It’s not fair," Beth whined. "You’re gorgeous!"
"As are you." Rachael felt more confidence than she had ever known.
Beth stepped into the warm bath, extending her hand to help Rachael enter. At first they sat face to face. Soaping each other, content in that moment to just touch each other.
Finally the water cooled and it was time to get out. Rachael rose first and stepped out of the bath. Beth followed and soon they were both wrapped in damp towels.
Rachael retrieved the wine and poured a single glass for both of them.
"We’re going to swap a lot of fluids tonight, Honey, so why use two glasses?" Rachael beamed.
Beth chuckled a bit and took a sip, handing the glass back to Rachael.
"Today was tough on you, Rachael. Lie down on you stomach and let me show you something I learned from Michael."
She copied her father’s massage technique, remembering the feel of his hands on her over the many nights of her recovery. It had been the one thing that could calm her. She felt her pussy begin to leak, unsure if it was the memory she was repeating or the feel of Rachael’s supple skin.
First her feet, then her legs, then her shoulders, gently moving her hair aside to place a fluttering kiss on the nape of her neck, finally her ass. Michael had not kissed her or massaged her ass, but he would. By the time she had gotten to Rachael’s beautiful ass, the aroma of fresh woman filled the room
"Turn over." Husky, lust filled voice.
She started with the thighs, stopping just short of Rachael’s pussy, then to her belly, then shoulders, then breasts…
"Please…" Rachael moaned weakly.
Beth smiled, remembering the passion her Dad’s massage had raised in her.
Finally she attended to Rachael’s pussy.
Her labia were naked, no hair. Beth wondered if it had been shaved or waxed. As she gazed at the inviting mound, Rachael’s hands found he head and gently guided her down.
Beth pressed her lips to labia, slowly licking the vertical slit, opening the inner lips, allowing Beth to taste her essence. It tasted slightly pungent, yet fresh. Beth’s tongue burrowed into her tunnel. Gently she opened the inner lips, her tongue exploring the pink mystery.
Rachael flowed freely, her moans becoming louder. Beth positioned her right hand to cup Rachael’s ass, her thumb caressing her crinkled asshole.
Rachael gasped, "Put it in!"
Beth understood and gently jammed her finger into Rachael’s asshole as her lips closed around the clit, sucking hard, her tongue whipping the little love button.
Rachael screamed incoherently. Her hands pulled Beth forward, her legs folded over Beth’s head.
Beth reveled in the pleasure Rachael felt. She continued to flick her tongue over Rachael’s engorged clit, forcing her to climax over and over until her legs relaxed and her hands pushed Beth away from her over stimulated pussy.
Beth climbed onto the bed, her face soaked with Rachael’s juice. For a time, the two women lay side by side, lost in a fog of passion. Finally Rachael turned to face Beth.
"You asked me to show you what it’s like with a woman. Then you show me how incredible it can be. Where did you learn that?"
"I did what my Dad did to me. Only I don’t have a cock to make it feel even better!"
She searched the younger eyes. "Did you really mean what you said about sharing?"
Beth shifted so she could look directly into her lover’s eyes. "I meant ever word. I think we may have kicked over a hornet’s nest, so we’ll be together for a long time. And I love you Rachael. You helped me more than you will ever know. Once I thought I would checkout, but you were there. And before you ask, I don’t see you as a mother figure. I see you as an older sister and lover. You’re gorgeous, sexy and loving. What happened to me was done in hours. They did that to you for decades."
"Now, let’s figure out how to help Susan and Lynne."
"Not tonight. Tonight I show you how to make love to a woman." Rachael winked with humor, pushing Beth onto her back.
This story was taken from one these sites, check them out to find more sex stories:
|
