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'Twas the Day After Christmas (FF, rom)
By Lisa and Sharon
Christmas Eve was quiet. It was not a quiet of
peace and contentment. It was a quiet of emptiness and
loneliness. When you're bi and have had your girl-
friend around since college days, you know that the
possibility exists that for one of you, or both, Mr.
Right might someday come along. With things as they
are, it could even be a Ms. Right who separates you.
That's fine when it's an abstract concept. It's
something else entirely when it's Christmas and your
best friend and lover is 1200 miles away with HIM!
It's shit, that's what it is! You can rationalize the
situation saying that it was inevitable and that if it
did have to happen, at least it's with a nice guy who
makes her happy. Rationalizations though don't go very
far when your sweet Sheila has chosen to spend her
first Christmas in years away from you and with someone
else. Under the circumstances he may be Mr. Right to
her, but for the moment, regardless of how nice a guy
he might be, he's still just Charlie Dufus to you!
You can try and say that it has been becoming
an increasing possibility. That job of hers that she
loves so has done its part. It has taken her away
from you emotionally and intellectually, not to mention
physically for more days that it has permitted you to
be together. It has been a wedge. Even when the two
of you could be together, there was no longer the same
spiritual oneness. Your lives, which for several years
had been so closely intertwined that for days on end
you might be apart for no longer than it takes to go
to the bathroom, have taken divergent paths. And now
HE is there to create another wedge between you.
Of course you and she had talked about someday
meeting a nice guy and getting married and having kids.
Funny, but the only times you had ever talked like that
had always been as pillow talk while cuddling together
after making love. Sigmund Freud would probably have
loved to explore the symbolism in THAT!
You can try and put a good face on and make the
best of things. You can say that a quiet Christmas Day
spent reading and all cuddled up in a big quilt is just
what you need. You can even do your darndest and try
and make yourself believe it. Unfortunately that
doesn't last longer than the moment you wake up in an
empty bed on Christmas morning aching to cuddle her
and have her cuddle you back.
***
That was how Linda felt as she started to make
her third cup of tea. The bed had felt so empty when
she woke up. That emptiness swept through her soul
when she remembered Sheila was in another bed so very
far away. Was she awake yet? Was she making love with
him? Oh God just don't let her come home with a huge
rock on her finger! She's my best friend and I want
the world for her, but I can't deal with THAT! Maybe
later, but not just now!
As planned, Linda tried to lose herself in a
book, but found she read the same page over and over
and over. Wrapping herself in her favorite quilt felt
like putting fancy gildwork on a frame of rotted wood.
The outside looked perfect but the inside was devas-
tated. The only saving grace was that she had stayed
up ever so late watching movies and had slept late in
turn so that this sad, miserable, empty day was over
half over.
Linda knew she could not just sit here making
herself sick inside. A book hadn't helped the situa-
tion, and she knew nothing in her video collection
would cure her. She had no desire to use her computer
to redirect her mind. Finally Linda decided to do
something she very seldom did, go for a walk.
There was a lovely little park not very far
from her home. She had driven by it countless times
and it had always looked inviting. There were woods
and a little pond and it looked just like a magical
little retreat in the middle of the world's hassle.
Sometimes she had seen walkers and joggers enjoying
the park and she had often promised herself that
someday she would explore the place. But like so many
self-promises this one had always been shunted to the
side as 'more urgent' business demanded attention.
It was a cold day so Linda bundled herself in
warm things. She was not so much of an outdoors girl
that jogging or brisk activity could generate enough
body heat to keep her warm. No, she thought sadly,
her best activities were of a vastly different nature
where body heat was usually no problem! And that
wouldn't help her now.
The park was deserted when she arrived. As she
left the parking lot behind her and ventured down a
path, Linda felt a peace and contentment come over her.
The air was clean and cold. The woods, though heavily
used throughout the year, today felt pure and untram-
meled. Everybody else must have been off busy with
Christmas dinner for she was alone with herself and
nature. As she walked, little chickadees flittered
about seeking an afternoon snack among the leaf-litter.
The path looped back towards the parking lot
before looping off in another direction towards the
pond. As Linda came out of the woods by the parking
lot there was another car parked near hers. A tall
woman was busy doing stretching exercises. From her
activity and her garb she was obviously a jogger. As
Linda approached her she could see that the woman was
quite attractive as well. The sweats that the woman
was wearing could not completely disguise the figure
within and Linda recalled something she had once heard:
that if a woman looked good IN sweats, then she had to
look fantastic OUT of them! She blushed as she thought
of this and couldn't help undressing the woman in her
mind. Another warmth flooded through her, one that
hadn't been created by her walk!
As they neared, the woman glanced up and noticed
Linda's approach. Her features were almost supermodel
gorgeous and yet there was still a warmth and humanity
to them. Linda could not help but smile and say hello.
The woman straightened up and smiled back. Though Linda
had always hated the fact that the winter sun always
seemed to glare directly into her eyes, this time its
angle was worth it as for a brief moment the sun's rays
caught in the woman's long, brown hair and brought it
alive with fire and brilliance. It was almost like
something you would see on a TV commercial, but here in
the park on a cold, Christmas afternoon it was almost
magical.
"It looks like we have the place to ourselves
today. Everybody else must be busy."
A shadow of sadness passed over Linda as the
woman's words brought back an awareness of Sheila and
a wondering of just how busy she might be at the moment.
It must have shown on her face, for the woman looked on
her with concern.
"Is everything OK? For a second there you looked
as though all the joy inside you just drained out."
Normal interpersonal skills and customs would
dictate a response of "Oh no, everything's fine." But
as Linda looked into this woman's eyes something
happened inside her. She felt as though this was a
person who genuinely cared. Someone who had asked out
of genuine concern and not out of superficial observa-
tion or 'politeness.' Someone who would listen and who
would understand.
Though normally not one to open herself so
readily, Linda found herself telling this stranger why
she had just felt as she did. And as she had expected,
the woman did not recoil from the small, intimate
confession from an unknown passerby, but instead
expressed her own sadness at Linda's unfortunate turn
of events. Her voice, her face, her entire demeanor
backed up the sincerity of her words.
Linda and the woman by silent yet mutual assent
began to walk down the pond path. Linda found herself
revealing more about herself and her about life with
Sheila. The woman in turn spoke how she had been
involved with a man, indeed someone she had thought
might have been 'the ONE,' until she discovered a short
time ago that she had hardly been 'his only.' And that
this had not been the first time something like that
had happened to her. Though she admitted that she had
never been involved with another woman in the way Linda
had been with Sheila, she conjectured that when your
heart and soul were hurting, the gender of the person
who had created the hurt didn't really matter. The
hurt was just as real and as painful.
And so as the two women walked they shared
little stories and confidences. Though strangers so
briefly before, they expressed things to each other
that they had only shared with a few other, if even
then. They were well past halfway around the pond,
and even further down the path of their developing
friendship, when it suddenly came to each of them that
they didn't even know each other's name! They laughed,
paused, introduced themselves, and then continued with
their walk and their soul talk.
By the time Linda and Claire were back to the
parking lot each felt as though they had been friends
for ages! Each felt as though in the other they had
truly discovered a kindred spirit. Claire retrieved
a notebook and pen from her car and the two exchanged
addresses and phone numbers. They both expressed their
desire to get together again very soon for lunch or
coffee. They gave each other a parting hug that was
surprisingly snug given the duration of their
acquaintance, and yet was hardly so given the intimacy
that had magically developed between them. Before
slipping completely from Claire's embrace, Linda looked
straight into Claire's eyes. A murmured "Thank You"
was all she said. Claire did not reply verbally, but
looked deeply into Linda's eyes. A mysterious, almost
Mona Lisa smile came to Claire's lips.
The moment passed and the two women got into
their cars and drove off. Linda felt so good inside.
She was so happy that she had gone to the park. The
evening passed quickly as she flittered about the
house. After a little snack and a shower, she tucked
herself into bed. But before going to bed she suddenly
felt compelled to do something. She got out the piece
of paper with Claire's number on it and punched the
seven digits into her phone. She felt as nervous as a
schoolgirl as she heard the rings at the other end of
the line. She also felt panic as all sorts of horrible
thoughts raced through her head. What if she's not
there? What is someone else answers? What if I read
all the signals wrong and she really was just being a
nice person but doesn't truly wish to be bothered by
me?
Then there was that voice. That beautiful voice
belonging to that beautiful woman who she had just met
and yet who seemed so special to her.
"Hi Claire. It's me, Linda. I just wanted to
call and say how nice it was meeting you today. I glad
I met you and I loved our little talk. I guess I just
wanted to say, 'Thank You'. For everything."
There was silence at the other end of the line
for a moment and Linda felt that maybe she had over-
stepped herself and that her fears were coming true.
Then she heard Claire's words.
"You're welcome Linda, though you really don't
have to thank me for anything. I'm glad I happened to
be there when you needed someone. Meeting you today
was special for me too, in ways you don't know. I'm
just really glad I decided to go to the park today and
I really hope that we can get together again."
There was a long pause as each woman searched
for words to express what they were feeling and wanted
to share. The same magical kinship they felt while
they had walked in the park was there again. In the
pause in the conversation, each felt a joy in the bit
of electronic connection that existed between them,
though neither knew quite how to express the bond she
was feeling. Their sudden lack of words was surprising
given the easy with which the conversation had flowed
at the park. Linda felt herself very attracted to
Claire, in all respects, and was a bit unnerved by how
intensely she felt that attraction despite the brevity
of their relationship. Claire had not stopped thinking
about Linda since she had left the park. She too felt
an incredible attraction, even in ways she had never
before experienced and with which she did not quite
know how to deal.
Finally, after bits of disjointed conversation
and hesitant expressions of "Take care" and "Sleep
well", the two women hung up. Linda turned off the
light and snuggled under the covers feeling warmer and
cozier inside than she had in a long time.
***
The next morning Linda woke up. Her warm cozy
feeling was still with her, and didn't evaporate even
though there was no Sheila. Linda found her slippers
and robe and went downstairs for retrieve the Sunday
paper from the front steps and to pop the kettle on.
She was part way through her first cup of tea and the
circulars when the doorbell rang. Linda went to open
the door and was amazed to find Claire standing there.
Claire looked ten times more beautiful than she
had the afternoon before. No sweats today, Claire was
wearing a magnificent full length fur that was almost
the same shade as her long, flowing hair. Linda was
so pleased to see her that she was almost speechless,
though she did manage a hello and to invite Claire in.
The look in her eyes though said it all as she posi-
tively beamed! Standing in the foyer, Claire in one
way seemed a little nervous, but Linda could sense from
the warmth of Claire's gaze that there was much more
going on within her. Claire surprised her when she
started to speak and asked Linda not to interrupt or
she would never be able to say what she wanted to.
"I've been driving myself crazy with this all
night long. A thousand times I wanted to call you and
say what was on my mind, but I knew I would never be
able to find the right words. A hundred times I must
have picked up the phone and then put it down again,
unable to finish dialing I was so nervous."
"Never in my life did I feel the way I did with
you yesterday. Being with you was just so perfect. It
was like one of those moments you wish you could freeze
and hold in place forever. I felt like I could tell
you anything and you would understand. I have felt so
confused and lost since I broke up with my last boy-
friend. I wondered if there was something wrong with
me and that was why my relationships never seemed to
go right. Then I met you. So much of what you said
mirrored things that I felt inside. I felt like there
was a part of me within you and a part of you within
me. I know it's crazy but being with you just made me
feel so wonderful."
"You told me about Sheila and about some of the
other women you have loved, both emotionally and physi-
cally. You know I've never been with a woman like
that, but being with you I could understand how you
felt when you talked about being attracted to someone.
When we talked I just wanted it to go on and on and on.
I wanted to know every part of you soul and to let you
into mine. When you held me, it just felt so right. I
just wanted to stay there forever. I wanted to cry and
to kiss you and to stay with you forever you made me
feel so wonderful inside. You are so beautiful. Inside,
as well as outside. I wanted to cry out. I couldn't
understand how anyone as sweet and lovely as you were
could ever be alone or lonely. I wanted to kiss you
and hold you and take away whatever pain you were
feeling."
"Linda, I know that yesterday was Christmas, but
I wonder if you could possibly accept what I would like
to give you."
With that, Claire opened her fur and slipped it
from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor at her
feet. A big, red Christmas ribbon extended from her
shoulder, across her body to her hip, beauty contestant
sash style. It was the only thing she wore!
Linda's thought of the prior day, that if a
woman looked good in sweats then she would look good
out of them was very true. Claire was indeed beautiful.
Her long hair flowed about her shoulders and ended
just above her breasts. That was good since breasts
that beautiful should never be hidden by anything!
Claire's long torso narrowed to a trim waist before
flaring outward in rounded hips. Her legs were long
and luscious. Linda's vision was obscured somewhat
though for her eyes brimmed with tears. She felt ready
to cry Claire's sentiments were just so beautiful.
Linda couldn't speak. Though her lip trembled
slightly at the emotion that was coursing through her,
she managed to smile at Claire. Poor Claire, who
having made her speech and offered herself, now was a
bit concerned that perhaps she had made a mistake and
had gone too far. But only for the briefest of moments
did she feel that way for Linda reached to the belt of
her robe and pulled it free. Shrugging the robe from
her shoulders she let it fall to the floor in imitation
of Claire's coat. Since Linda very rarely wore any-
thing to bed, she was already nude beneath the robe.
She now stood so before Claire, both women on the brink
of tears at what was being offered and accepted.
They melted into each other's arms, kissing with
a depth and intensity that lovers seldom experience.
Their arms held each other, for the moment not needing
to explore the magnificent flesh each offered the
other, but instead needing to lock the other in place
lest she somehow disappear. As they kissed and held
each other, their emotions got the better of them and
the tears that each had felt building came forth. They
were tears of love and of joy though and both women
laughed as they held each other and tried to kiss the
tears away.
Linda did sense a difference from their embrace
the prior day and realized that they didn't fit
together as perfectly as they had seemed to before.
Then she realized that she had to reach up a bit
because Claire was wearing heels! She could fix that
she thought, and grabbing Claire by the hand led her
upstairs to the bedroom.
Before they climbed into bed, Claire kicked away
her shoes as Linda helped her slip out of her ribbon
sash.
"I LOVE unwrapping presents!"
Both smiled at the thought of the unwrapping
being done and fell back into each other's arms just
as they fell backward into the bed. Warm, soft woman
flesh pressed and squirmed against equally warm, soft
woman flesh. Breast to breast, hip to hip, and thigh
to thigh, each delighted in the smooth softness pressed
against her own. Hands traced lazy patterns over
velvety smooth backs as body pressed to body, one
crinkly bit of girl fur merging into another as pubic
bone gently bumped pubic bone. Lying as they were,
each was handicapped by one arm being trapped beneath
the other, and yet their free hands roamed and
explored. Over breasts and down into sexual caldrons
their hands explored. Over love swollen pussy lips
and upward into their most secret of places.
"Oh Linda. I never thought that being with
another woman would be as wonderful as being with you
is! Love me, please. And let me love you."
Linda responded by rolling on top of Claire.
Spreading her legs so that they straddled Claire's
hips, Linda pushed herself up on her arms so that she
was free to move over Claire's body. Her cheek brushed
softly against Claire's as she moved to her next
target, Claire's earlobe. There Linda kissed and
nibbled before running her tongue around the curves of
Claire's ear and slipping the tip of her tongue into
Claire's ear canal. Claire moaned with pleasure at
the delightful invasion and her body shuddered with
delight. Her arms stroked Linda's flanks while her
legs flexed trying to wrap themselves around Linda but
constrained beneath Linda's body. She hugged Linda as
tightly as she could and buried her face into Linda's
lush volume of long blonde hair.
Linda kissed her way down Claire's throat and
onto her full, rounded breast. Claire's breasts were
slightly fuller than her own, though only slightly.
Claire's areolae were much larger in diameter though,
and her nipples were broader and flatter when erect,
though they got just as hard! Linda closed her mouth
over Claire's breast and sucked on a mass of the soft
flesh, all the while flicking her tongue over Claire's
hard nipple.
Claire whimpered and squirmed with joy and
pleasure beneath Linda's body as Linda continued to
pay homage to Claire's beautiful breasts. Slowly
Linda's mouth closed expelling most of Claire's tittie
tissue. Linda's lips formed a tight circle around the
bud of Claire's nipple and the tip of her tongue formed
a hard point that wriggled against the very end of
Claire's nipple. Claire felt the pleasure rockets
shoot between her tittie and her cunt in response to
the oral stimulation of her nip. She responded with a
moan and a frantic squirming as an orgasm sought to
drain off a bit of her tremendous sexual tension.
Linda did not let up on the delights she was
administering to her new friend and lover. Soon she
left Claire's breast to kiss and taste her way south-
ward, across Claire's stomach and down towards her
crotch. As Linda moved down Claire's body she assumed
a position between Claire's legs rather than straddling
them. Claire was no virgin to oral sex and softly
moaned in anticipation of the tongue-lashing she knew
was coming. She spread her legs wide apart to give
Linda complete access of the soft wet core of her sex.
Linda kissed her way through Claire's dark mat
of girl fur and then pulled back to study her new
lover's pussy. While the soft brown hair there had
been carefully trimmed so as not to peak around the
edges of a bathing suit, there was still quite a bit
more hair on Claire's mound than on Linda's largely
depilated pussy.
Linda ran the pad of her thumb up and down the
length of Claire's slit before she positioned her
thumbs along the edges of Claire's slit. She couldn't
resist the sight of Claire's wet, engorged pussy folds
and bent forward, running her tongue over the
exquisitely sensitive labia before her. She loved
Claire's taste on her lips, but forced herself to
forego further tasting of Claire's fascinating little
quim until later. Gently she parted her lover's wet
folds, opening Claire's inner delights to her gaze.
As Claire's female parts began to open under
her efforts, Linda became even more aware of the
intoxicating scent of Claire's rich female musk. Its
earthy quality reminded Linda of a fine, full-bodied
Burgundy and she eagerly looked forward to more of
this wine tasting! She peeled the petals of Claire's
sexual flower further apart until she had denuded the
rigid little nub of Claire's clitoris and the pink
flesh at the gate to Claire's vagina.
Once again Linda lowered her face into Claire's
snatch and sucked the hard little bump of Claire's
clitty between her lips. As her tongue flicked and
teased the engorged bud, Claire cried out. The incred-
ibly wonderful feeling was enough to trigger another
orgasm that Linda rode out, her mouth firmly fastened
to her friend's pulsating cunt.
"Linda please! I want to please you too! Please
let me do you too!"
Claire was not forced to wait long for her
request to be granted. Lifting her face from Claire's
goodies only long enough to pivot her body and to avoid
kneeling on something sweet and precious, Linda posi-
tioned her knees on each side of Claire's head and then
quickly resumed her licking and sucking of Claire's
cunny.
Claire stared up at the beautiful, soft female
flesh just inches above her. She had often explored
her own hidden delights with a mirror and had long ago
concluded that she liked the way her own body looked.
Her female body could be so much more special and
mysterious than a male's. Especially the way her cunt
tucked so neatly between her legs and yet flowered open
for love and attention when she spread her legs wide
apart. But this was the first time she had actually
been so close to the magic and marvels that make up a
woman's cunt and certainly her first introduction to
an aroused pussy to which she would shortly be making
love! Claire immediately concluded that she LOVED the
way Linda's pussy looked!
Unlike her own pussy, Linda's pubic hair had
been carefully removed. All except a tuft at the top
of her slit. The outer lips and all along her cunt
crease had been carefully cleared of any hair that
might otherwise spoil the view or diminish the tasting!
It made Linda's snatch look so clean. It also made it
look sexy as hell! The lips looked so incredibly
inviting. It made one want to touch them and taste
them! It also made them look sort of innocent and
virginal. The total effect though was tremendous and
Claire resolved to ask Linda help her give her own
pussy a similar treatment.
Though she had never administered oral love to
a woman before, Claire was well versed with using her
tongue and lips to give pleasure to men. Judging from
the effects that Linda's efforts had with her, the
pleasure she could give to Linda could be considerable!
Beyond an immediate urge to put her lips to Linda's
pussy for that most intimate of kisses, an experience
she had never shared with a woman, Claire was equally
thrilled by the other sensual delights of Linda's
snatch. It looked and smelled so sexy! Like nothing
she had ever experienced before. And it felt so
wonderful too! She had placed her fingertips on
Linda's pouty labia and gently rubbed over the smooth,
slick flesh. The way Linda's sex folds pulled and
parted was so incredibly thrilling and arousing! She
could understand why some of her boyfriends had loved
to go down on her and could literally spend hours
playing with her pussy! And it was so nice not to
have a hard cock poking and stabbing her in the face!
Stroking Linda's outer lips, Claire succumbed
to an urge for more and began to slip her finger
between Linda's labia and into the hot, moist hole
beyond. While her finger wriggled inside Linda's cunt,
Claire pressed her thumb to Linda's clitty and rubbed
there as well. It was so like fingering her own pussy
and yet it was so different! Judging from Linda's
moans and the way her hips were squirming against her
hand Claire could tell that she was hitting Linda's
good spots!
Finally Claire could resist the temptation of
Linda's sex no longer. Moving her hands away from
Linda's snatch to her hips, she raised her face to
Linda's pussy, opened her mouth, extended her tongue,
and for the first time in her life tasted another
woman's pussy! Now she definitely knew why men went
down on women. Pussy was wonderful! The skin there
was so soft and yielding, and yet in its own way
compelling! The sweet-sour taste was much like her
own, and yet was so different and unique. With her
tongue in contact with Linda's clit, her nose nudged
into the opening of Linda's vagina. She could feel
Linda's wetness smeared against her cheeks. With her
face buried in Linda's slit she could barely breath.
And yet she loved it! She knew how wonderful it felt
when someone did this to her. Now she could give that
same pleasure to Linda!
Claire so enjoyed loving Linda's pussy, if she
could have buried herself in Linda's soft sweet sex
folds she would have. She felt an increase in the
tempo of Linda's thrusting and squirming against her.
She knew very well what Linda was feeling as it was
the same as the wonderful sensations that Linda was
creating deep within her own pussy. The old saying
was indeed true; it did take a woman to love another
woman!
Knowing that despite her Saphic inexperience
she was creating the effect she hoped for and was
giving Linda love and pleasure, Claire could stop
worrying about her performance and simply enjoy this
very special moment. She could give herself over to
the marvelous sensations that her body was experi-
encing. Faster and wilder her body gyrated as Linda
probed, licked, and nibbled on her pussy. The acceler-
ation of her passion had a corresponding effect on
Linda. Linda too began rubbing her breasts over
Claire's abdomen and grinding her crotch against
Claire's questing lips as she felt her arousal
building towards a climax. She wanted to take Claire
there first though. She didn't want her new special
friend to be left unfulfilled.
As in response to her wishes, Claire's purring
and whimpering became louder and her squirming and
thrusting stronger until her body tensed. Crying out
her joy, Claire felt waves of pleasure and contentment
flood through her body as her orgasm broke over her.
Hearing and feeling Claire come beneath her, Linda
gave herself over to her own pleasure and permitted
the orgasm she had been repressing to surge over and
through her.
For several minutes the two beautiful women were
transported to another dimension of sensation. All
awareness of this time and place was suspended as the
wondrous marvel that is the female orgasm continued to
work its magic for them. The volume and tempo of their
release slowly subsided, though an occasional twitch or
a muffled moan from one or the other indicated that
their orgasms had not quite yet run their course.
Completely wrung out from their orgasms, the
two women collapsed. Linda somehow managed to flop
over on her side to avoid crushing Claire, but that
was all she could manage before she succumbed to the
exhaustion of her cuming. With their cheeks resting
on their lover's thigh and with lips but six inches
from fragrant, moist nether lips, Linda and Claire
dozed in peace and sexual satiation. Of course that
satiation lasted for only about a minute after they
awoke and settled into each other's arms for another
session of cuddling and contentment.
-The End -
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