Karine (English version)
Karine (English version)
*Warning: I’m N-O-T a professional translator. So, I ask you to show some indulgence to inevitable errors which you will find in this text. By hoping, however, that there is not too much! Well, at least, I tried my best!
«To my virtues, be indulgent.
To my faults, a little blind.»
Loosely adapted from Neil Gaiman
Brief lives 7, in Sandman (Vertigo, DC Comics)
This short lesbian novel is the translation of a text which I wrote in French, there’s some years ago. I sincerely hope you’ll like it. Love you all, folks!
Prelude
My name is Karine. I’m 19 years old. I’m in my first year of university. To me, this is a very exciting experience. The classes are interesting and the new friendships are easy to establish. It makes me feel good to have changed environment. Coming from a small town, where there is not much going on, this new world that is before me presents itself as so many doors to open.
A lot of my friends told me that I am pretty. I am of average height. I have muscular and thin thighs at the same time, a nice chest, jet black hair that goes down to the shoulders and a luscious mouth. I’ve never been attracted to boys. Naturally rather reserved, I spent some time «undertaking» some of my former classmates. Since in my family we are not very inclined to discuss the matter, I had to wait until the end of high school to satisfy - in a very modest way – some of my fantasies. A hand placed on a thigh «inadvertently» or a tight brace became the prelude to many lonely orgasms once in bed.
In this regard, physical education classes at college and university have become an ideal environment for me to make a few attempts without too much risk of compromise. Breasts hopping under t-shirts during basketball games, slapping on the shoulder or buttocks as a sign of encouragement, the sweet scent of sweat oozing on firm, smooth flesh, the exhilarating warmth and panting of exhausted players at the end of the game, all of which contribute unintentionally to my most unbridled scenarios. When I was in the shower, it was delicious! All these breasts, sometimes well developed in some, these vigorous bellies and the small down nest, pale or dark, which accompany them, became as many living banquets where the most exquisite fruits nourish my imagination.
Although my approaches were often clumsy, I confess that they nevertheless provided me with nights worthy of the tales of the Thousand and One Nights. What a pleasure to be able to taste, after the last jolts of love, the exquisite flavor of a pussy dripping from this sweet ambrosia that is poetically called cyprine. But although all these adventures were most gratifying, they most often remained without a future.
Amélie
It was in the second semester that I enrolled in an aerobic class. As soon as I saw our teacher, it was love at first sight! Her name is Amélie. Short, blonde, hair tied in a ponytail, athlete’s body, blue eyes, she had everything to make me capsize. Her voice, of a slight contralto, expressed determination and firmness of character. But what struck me most about her was an almost inexhaustible energy and good mood that she knew how to make contagious at every class. I don’t have to tell you that she found with me a very diligent student.
I never missed a chance to talk to Amélie after the workouts. Although she was often in a hurry because of another course to give, I used either a question or a movement to correct, even if sometimes I succeeded very well, is simply the pleasure of chatting with her about personal matters. Unfortunately, after a while, my insistence on meeting her seemed to make her uncomfortable. Although she was always polite, she became more expeditious in her answers.
This change in attitude made me very sad. She had surely noticed my trouble every time I spoke to her. And for good reason! From the first words we exchanged, my heart beat like a horse. My ideas were rushing at times at such a pace that what I was telling her almost made no sense. It was also not uncommon for my cheeks to change from a subtle incarnate to a purplish red. Not to mention my insistent look. Although I did everything I could to hide my feelings from her, I couldn’t help but look at her. The fine and regular features of her face, the galloping of her hips and her muscular thighs, her belly left uncovered by her sport jacket and her small pear-shaped breasts, become slightly atrophied by the intensive practice of bodybuilding, all this flesh that regularly lifted under the effect of breathing became a cornucopia ready to pour into my mouth.
Although this change of attitude on the part of Amélie made me unhappy, I did not loose hope. Finally, on a cold and rainy evening in November, the long-awaited opportunity presented itself. I knew that she traveled regularly by bus. It’s not that I was spying on her. But I had seen her go up a few times to different parts of the city. Québec City being a good big village, it is not very difficult to meet people. So, one evening, as I was leaving the campus in my car, I saw her running to catch up with her bus, in vain. As the bus was moving in front of me, I took the opportunity to stop by her and offer to drop her off. Although a little surprised by this coincidence – and it was one! – she accepted.
As soon as she was ascended, the sweet and intoxicating perfume of her soap tickled my nostrils like rarely a woman had done before. It was obvious that she was just coming out of the shower. My imagination was already getting under way. As her destination was about on my way and I was not in a hurry, I offered to drop her off directly. Although a little reluctant at first, the gloomy weather and my kindness led her to accept.
Despite the excitement, I managed to speak clearly and articulately. While chatting, I asked her a few more personal questions about her private life. Being a very sociable person, she had many friends, both boys and girls. She had broken up with her companion for a few months and was not really looking for new encounters, except for a few short passes. Gradually, I asked her if she had ever been interested in girls. My question seemed to have shaken her. She had never stopped. That’s when I decided to dive in. As we arrived at the place she had indicated to me, I suggested that we exchange our telephone numbers. Caught off guard by this request, Amélie stared at me for a few moments with a scrutineer’s eye. She seemed to measure the pros and cons. Curiously, she accepted without saying a word. As she came down, I took the opportunity to hold her hand stealthily. Back at home, I still savored the damp and fragrant heat that had soaked up on my hand, like a pledge.
A few days later, I received a call from Amélie. To my great relief, she was always interested in us meeting. I invited Amélie straight out to come to my house for supper, at her convenience. We agreed on the next night. I must say, I inherited my mother’s cordon-bleu cooking skills. On that occasion, I prepared a leg of lamb with rosemary to roll on the floor, according to several of my friends. The next day, at about six o'clock, the ringing of the long-awaited bell sounded.
The supper
As soon as I saw her on the doorstep, she immediately put me at ease with a friendly «greeting» and a disarming smile of simplicity. Her cheeks were slightly rose in the autumn wind. As usual, she was dressed in a sporty outfit that suited her so well: tight jeans, red windbreakers, white running shoes and a university-style cap. The same delicate and peppery fragrance that we last met in my car emanated from her. Without further ado, I invited her in.
- Would you like an aperitif before we go to the table? I asked her, as we sat down in the lounge.
- Yes, please. Hum! It smells good! What have you prepared?
- One of my specialties. You will give me news.
As I was handing her drink, I took the opportunity to sit beside her. While chatting, I jumped to the opportunity to address the issue that we had left standing the previous time.
- You know, when I asked you if you had ever been attracted to a girl, I hope I didn’t offend you.
At this question, she looked down, without saying a word, looking embarrassed. Seeing her trouble, I did not insist.
- Come on, come on. I promise you we’ll have a good time.
Indeed, the meal, accompanied by a good little Chilean red, was succulent. I decided to top it off with an almond cream that was given to me for my birthday and that I was saving for a special occasion.
Back at the living room, we tasted the digestive, but without the discomfort of earlier. Although I was perfectly lucid, I confess that alcohol had made us bolder. As the conversation progressed, my eyes became more insistent. It was then that I decided to take the first steps. As she spoke to me, I approached her slowly, until I could touch her. As I continued to listen to her words, I put my drink on the coffee table and started fondling her arm with the back of my hand in a gentle back-and-forth movement. Noticing my gesture, she spoke less and less. Although a bit evasive, she did nothing to intimate me to stop. Encouraged by this «passive» attitude on her part, I let my fingers languidly slide on her neck, just under her ponytail, then on her magnificent face, first the forehead, then her eyes, the top of the nose, to bypass her lips, thin but sensual.
She said nothing more. Her gaze expressed a slight fear at the same time as a gradual abandonment. At the same time, I felt her warm breath, scented by almond liqueur, becoming faster. These scents tickled my senses infinitely more than the wine we drank at dinner. Gently touching my hands on her cheeks, I laid my lips on hers, in small jerks at first, until these preludes turned into a passionate kiss. She deigned, to my delight, to open her mouth. I had the green light! As I pressed her face more and more vigorously, I let my tongue explore her mouth. Instinctively, she went immediately to meet her twin sister to wrap herself frantically in all directions, for a long time, and then continue to explore the interior of her mouth with the same ardour, the palate, the inside of the cheeks, which allowed me to duplicate my hands, which mimicked the movement on the other side of her mouth, and then her beautiful white teeth, to reach the bottom.
Emboldened by this inflamed preamble, I began biting Amélie’s tongue to suck it greedily. I was biting her so much that Amélie uttered little raucous moans and her face began to tense under the effect of pain. This mixture of pleasure and pain electrified me to the utmost. Seeing that my companion wanted to detach herself from my embrace, I reluctantly gave up this tender piece of her body to reassure her.
- Shhhh! Don’t be afraid, I whispered in her ear.
As I murmured these words to her, I took her hands and stuck them against my breasts. My nipples were so hard they seemed ready to explode. Amélie became more and more interested in this game. Timid at first, her hands massaged my breasts with increasing vigor. I did the same on my side. My hands slipped under her vest until they reached her small but firm breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I then pressed the tip of her nipples between my thumb and index finger in a convulsive back-and-forth motion. In turn, Amélie began licking and biting my face, a gesture that I responded to with the strongest energy. Our bodies became as many continents to explore. Passing from her face, I bite her and licked her ears, as I had done with her tongue. I’ve always had a «crush» for a woman’s ears. Soon it was her neck, her firm arms and her muscular belly that were entitled to the same «treatment of flavor». When I no longer able to, I invited her to my room.
First night of love
As soon as I arrived, I unpacked the bed, lit the nightlight, pulled the curtains and closed the door. Strictly personal! As Amélie began to undress, I told her to stop by gently taking her arm. Holding us together, I kissed her again with a tenfold passion, while slowly undressing her in languorous gestures. She did the same on her own. As we continued to undress, each one embraced and licked the parts that offered themselves to her hungry mouth of new flesh, while staring at the other with an accomplice’s gaze to detect the slightest signs of pleasure. When Amélie took off my panties, I couldn’t help but feel a certain discomfort, because it was so wet from our first lovemaking in the living room. Seeing my embarrassment, Amélie couldn’t help but smile nicely. Kneeling before me, my lover pressed her tongue on my panties, pulling it with her teeth to suck out the nectar. All those movements of her mouth, not to mention the ones of her hands that were kneading my buttocks, electrified me to the point that I felt like I had wide-open locks between my thighs. I grabbed her head until I imprinted it on her in my sex. With my eyes closed, breathing gasping, I almost screamed, it was so good! I didn’t know she was so wild.
Finally, my panties removed, her tongue fodder my pubis, forcing a passage in my crotch. She did not need to insist long. Pressing the forefinger and middle finger into my vagina, Amélie gently spread her lips to better sharpen her tongue inside in a frenzied movement that made me almost lose consciousness. Her fingers rubbing my clitoris in addition, it was a real Niagara that flooded her face! Taking her by the head, I raised her sharply to me and licked her face with a voracity I had never known. Now that we were completely naked, I dragged her to bed.
Stretched out in front of each other, I took her hand and slipped it between my thighs, while doing the same. While we were masturbating, I slipped my other hand under her head and started licking her lips. Immediately her tongue came into contact with mine with the same intensity as the previous times. Abandoning her clitoris, which I massaged in faster and faster concentric movements with my thumb, I slipped my other fingers further back from her vagina, gradually going to meet her anus. Very slowly, then in a faster and faster movement, I pushed my middle finger. With eyes half closed, breathing more and more jerky, Amélie came to stick everything against me. We were both drunk with desire! Regrettably leaving my tongue, Amélie’s mouth came to bite my breasts to the teeth. Instantly, I almost screamed in pain. But far from wanting to drive her away, I pushed my companion’s head further against my chest. I felt with delight her feverish tongue resting on my areolas, while she bit my nipples. While Amélie was greedily swallowing one breast, she was kneading the other with a fervour that was bordering on frenzy. For her part, my little foray into genito-anal territory did not seem to displease her, because my hand had its first shower of the evening. Immediately, I took it to my mouth to lick the precious juice to the last drop, even going so far as to plunge it back in to renew the pleasure.
After this almost simultaneous orgasm, our bodies, sweaty, relaxed. As soon as we opened our eyes, we laughed, for no reason other than the happiness of being together. I couldn’t believe it. This woman who seemed inaccessible to me a few days ago was part of me now. Just seeing this little body exuding the dew of love rekindled in me the desire to possess it again.
I lay upon her all along, spreading her thighs with my legs until our sexes touched. From then on, I kissed her again at full mouth, while my pelvis was printing more and more rapid concentric movements on her pubis. Aroused by this sensation, Amélie widened her thighs and, with her eyes again closed, the breath grew faster and more hoarse, she clung to my buttocks with her hands with such force that her nails would fit into my flesh. Little by little, I descended along her goddess body, kissing and licking every part that offered itself to me, the chin, the neck, the chest, the belly, the thighs, until my mouth came to nest in the cozy little nest, hot and damp that curled in her crotch. Fondly licking her sex, I spread her lips with my fingers. From then on, I bit and sucked the clitoris, while my tongue explored the sides of her vagina, which again began to ooze with such abundance that I had to swallow in order not to suffocate. From time to time, I saw Amélie, who sometimes looked smiling at me, sometimes biting her lower lip. This time, it was my turn to squeeze her ass. As the movement grew, Amélie grew closer and closer to the wails, while she lifted her pelvis in spasms that foreshadowed the imminence of orgasm. In fact, after a time that seemed too short, I almost drowned by a flood that I am not about to forget. Far from being satisfied, I continued even more. That is how I was rewarded not with one, but with three of these wonderful ablutions. Intoxicated by this sweet fragrance, I savored every thread, every drop. I even took advantage of Amélie, who, having attracted me to her face, was also enjoying this sweet nectar. Late at night, full, we fell asleep, huddled together.
Epilogue
Amélie and I have been living together for eight years now. After our first night of love, we met frequently, until we became regular lovers. As soon as our leases expired, we moved into a bigger apartment. We’re lesbians and happy to be lesbians. Our friends and families know this.
At first, this new reality was not easy for some, but things got better. Sometimes, some of our new friends ask us what our parents think about our relationship situation. Each time, we make them see as an answer, not without a hint of malice, a plaster statuette representing two psyches embraced one against the other, eyes closed, kissing, by telling them that this statuette was given to us for Valentine’s Day by Amélie’s mother, who had commissioned it from one of her friends, who is an artist.
We both work in the Québec City region. Amélie found a job as a researcher at an optical institute affiliated with the University. As for me, I practise psychology in private practice, while teaching part-time at a college. Although we don’t have as much time to train, we continue to practice activities such as jogging, swimming, yoga and tai chi.
Amélie’s passion has not diminished one iota. We continue to make love almost every day, sometimes even two or three times. And let me tell you, a moment of love with Amélie is worth any aerobics session. We’ve experimented with different positions, but if there is one we prefer, it’s spread over each other or against each other, with the head nestled in the sex of her partner. A good old 69, what! We have even initiated ourselves into tantrum, which has allowed us to explore new dimensions of our sexuality, in addition to helping us synchronize our orgasms when we feel like it. In any case, even when we are too tired to make love, the mere fact of holding the other in her arms, of kissing her, caressing her, of feeling the warmth and the good smell of her body suffices.
Nature is also part of our philosophy of life. In this sense, we have never been tempted to use gadgets, dildo, vibrator or others. Personally, I have always found stupid this anthropocentric view that the man is «necessary» for the woman to live plainly her life.
We are proud to be women, proud of our bodies, and we do not need male substitutes to thrive. Although we have male friends, Amélie was never tempted to reconnect with them. Also, as I mentioned, I love cooking good food. Cynics will say it’s “good housewife” life-style, but I don’t care. It is always with the same pleasure that I watch my little pussy feast. Because of her over-compensated schedule, Amélie had to eat on the go most of the time. Nevertheless, I managed to make her appreciate the virtues of slow food. We cook together whenever we have the opportunity. For some meals, Amélie even managed to surpass me.
To complete her initiation, I took a trip with my partner to Italy, two years ago. We went to the slow food or cittaslow capital of the world, which is Polenzo, a small town of about 17,000 people in Piedmont, in the northwest of the country. We came back delighted.
I know that over time we will love each other more and more. We will learn to discover each other’s riches. We will love our wrinkles instead of being afraid of them. Every word, every laugh, every mischief will become as many spaces where tenderness can snuggle. Moreover, it always emanates as an aura of contagious happiness from healthy people, feeling great and, above all, who are in love.
Of course, this process will not be smooth. There will be disputes, even disputes, as in most couples. But never mind. When you really love someone, you always end up finding the energy to go through these difficult times and come out of them stronger. Although this profession of faith may seem naive to many, I am convinced that I have found my soul mate. Unless Amélie suddenly disappears, I don’t see how I can live with someone else, and I’m sure she does too. Sometimes at night, when Amélie is turned towards me, I pull her head towards my chest gently, not to wake her, and I nest her between my breasts, while passing an arm over her waist. I love to feel her warm and regular breath. It makes me feel a little music or rather a soft purr. Has anyone ever told you that I have a motherly side?
*Warning: I’m N-O-T a professional translator. So, I ask you to show some indulgence to inevitable errors which you will find in this text. By hoping, however, that there is not too much! Well, at least, I tried my best!
«To my virtues, be indulgent.
To my faults, a little blind.»
Loosely adapted from Neil Gaiman
Brief lives 7, in Sandman (Vertigo, DC Comics)
This short lesbian novel is the translation of a text which I wrote in French, there’s some years ago. I sincerely hope you’ll like it. Love you all, folks!
Prelude
My name is Karine. I’m 19 years old. I’m in my first year of university. To me, this is a very exciting experience. The classes are interesting and the new friendships are easy to establish. It makes me feel good to have changed environment. Coming from a small town, where there is not much going on, this new world that is before me presents itself as so many doors to open.
A lot of my friends told me that I am pretty. I am of average height. I have muscular and thin thighs at the same time, a nice chest, jet black hair that goes down to the shoulders and a luscious mouth. I’ve never been attracted to boys. Naturally rather reserved, I spent some time «undertaking» some of my former classmates. Since in my family we are not very inclined to discuss the matter, I had to wait until the end of high school to satisfy - in a very modest way – some of my fantasies. A hand placed on a thigh «inadvertently» or a tight brace became the prelude to many lonely orgasms once in bed.
In this regard, physical education classes at college and university have become an ideal environment for me to make a few attempts without too much risk of compromise. Breasts hopping under t-shirts during basketball games, slapping on the shoulder or buttocks as a sign of encouragement, the sweet scent of sweat oozing on firm, smooth flesh, the exhilarating warmth and panting of exhausted players at the end of the game, all of which contribute unintentionally to my most unbridled scenarios. When I was in the shower, it was delicious! All these breasts, sometimes well developed in some, these vigorous bellies and the small down nest, pale or dark, which accompany them, became as many living banquets where the most exquisite fruits nourish my imagination.
Although my approaches were often clumsy, I confess that they nevertheless provided me with nights worthy of the tales of the Thousand and One Nights. What a pleasure to be able to taste, after the last jolts of love, the exquisite flavor of a pussy dripping from this sweet ambrosia that is poetically called cyprine. But although all these adventures were most gratifying, they most often remained without a future.
Amélie
It was in the second semester that I enrolled in an aerobic class. As soon as I saw our teacher, it was love at first sight! Her name is Amélie. Short, blonde, hair tied in a ponytail, athlete’s body, blue eyes, she had everything to make me capsize. Her voice, of a slight contralto, expressed determination and firmness of character. But what struck me most about her was an almost inexhaustible energy and good mood that she knew how to make contagious at every class. I don’t have to tell you that she found with me a very diligent student.
I never missed a chance to talk to Amélie after the workouts. Although she was often in a hurry because of another course to give, I used either a question or a movement to correct, even if sometimes I succeeded very well, is simply the pleasure of chatting with her about personal matters. Unfortunately, after a while, my insistence on meeting her seemed to make her uncomfortable. Although she was always polite, she became more expeditious in her answers.
This change in attitude made me very sad. She had surely noticed my trouble every time I spoke to her. And for good reason! From the first words we exchanged, my heart beat like a horse. My ideas were rushing at times at such a pace that what I was telling her almost made no sense. It was also not uncommon for my cheeks to change from a subtle incarnate to a purplish red. Not to mention my insistent look. Although I did everything I could to hide my feelings from her, I couldn’t help but look at her. The fine and regular features of her face, the galloping of her hips and her muscular thighs, her belly left uncovered by her sport jacket and her small pear-shaped breasts, become slightly atrophied by the intensive practice of bodybuilding, all this flesh that regularly lifted under the effect of breathing became a cornucopia ready to pour into my mouth.
Although this change of attitude on the part of Amélie made me unhappy, I did not loose hope. Finally, on a cold and rainy evening in November, the long-awaited opportunity presented itself. I knew that she traveled regularly by bus. It’s not that I was spying on her. But I had seen her go up a few times to different parts of the city. Québec City being a good big village, it is not very difficult to meet people. So, one evening, as I was leaving the campus in my car, I saw her running to catch up with her bus, in vain. As the bus was moving in front of me, I took the opportunity to stop by her and offer to drop her off. Although a little surprised by this coincidence – and it was one! – she accepted.
As soon as she was ascended, the sweet and intoxicating perfume of her soap tickled my nostrils like rarely a woman had done before. It was obvious that she was just coming out of the shower. My imagination was already getting under way. As her destination was about on my way and I was not in a hurry, I offered to drop her off directly. Although a little reluctant at first, the gloomy weather and my kindness led her to accept.
Despite the excitement, I managed to speak clearly and articulately. While chatting, I asked her a few more personal questions about her private life. Being a very sociable person, she had many friends, both boys and girls. She had broken up with her companion for a few months and was not really looking for new encounters, except for a few short passes. Gradually, I asked her if she had ever been interested in girls. My question seemed to have shaken her. She had never stopped. That’s when I decided to dive in. As we arrived at the place she had indicated to me, I suggested that we exchange our telephone numbers. Caught off guard by this request, Amélie stared at me for a few moments with a scrutineer’s eye. She seemed to measure the pros and cons. Curiously, she accepted without saying a word. As she came down, I took the opportunity to hold her hand stealthily. Back at home, I still savored the damp and fragrant heat that had soaked up on my hand, like a pledge.
A few days later, I received a call from Amélie. To my great relief, she was always interested in us meeting. I invited Amélie straight out to come to my house for supper, at her convenience. We agreed on the next night. I must say, I inherited my mother’s cordon-bleu cooking skills. On that occasion, I prepared a leg of lamb with rosemary to roll on the floor, according to several of my friends. The next day, at about six o'clock, the ringing of the long-awaited bell sounded.
The supper
As soon as I saw her on the doorstep, she immediately put me at ease with a friendly «greeting» and a disarming smile of simplicity. Her cheeks were slightly rose in the autumn wind. As usual, she was dressed in a sporty outfit that suited her so well: tight jeans, red windbreakers, white running shoes and a university-style cap. The same delicate and peppery fragrance that we last met in my car emanated from her. Without further ado, I invited her in.
- Would you like an aperitif before we go to the table? I asked her, as we sat down in the lounge.
- Yes, please. Hum! It smells good! What have you prepared?
- One of my specialties. You will give me news.
As I was handing her drink, I took the opportunity to sit beside her. While chatting, I jumped to the opportunity to address the issue that we had left standing the previous time.
- You know, when I asked you if you had ever been attracted to a girl, I hope I didn’t offend you.
At this question, she looked down, without saying a word, looking embarrassed. Seeing her trouble, I did not insist.
- Come on, come on. I promise you we’ll have a good time.
Indeed, the meal, accompanied by a good little Chilean red, was succulent. I decided to top it off with an almond cream that was given to me for my birthday and that I was saving for a special occasion.
Back at the living room, we tasted the digestive, but without the discomfort of earlier. Although I was perfectly lucid, I confess that alcohol had made us bolder. As the conversation progressed, my eyes became more insistent. It was then that I decided to take the first steps. As she spoke to me, I approached her slowly, until I could touch her. As I continued to listen to her words, I put my drink on the coffee table and started fondling her arm with the back of my hand in a gentle back-and-forth movement. Noticing my gesture, she spoke less and less. Although a bit evasive, she did nothing to intimate me to stop. Encouraged by this «passive» attitude on her part, I let my fingers languidly slide on her neck, just under her ponytail, then on her magnificent face, first the forehead, then her eyes, the top of the nose, to bypass her lips, thin but sensual.
She said nothing more. Her gaze expressed a slight fear at the same time as a gradual abandonment. At the same time, I felt her warm breath, scented by almond liqueur, becoming faster. These scents tickled my senses infinitely more than the wine we drank at dinner. Gently touching my hands on her cheeks, I laid my lips on hers, in small jerks at first, until these preludes turned into a passionate kiss. She deigned, to my delight, to open her mouth. I had the green light! As I pressed her face more and more vigorously, I let my tongue explore her mouth. Instinctively, she went immediately to meet her twin sister to wrap herself frantically in all directions, for a long time, and then continue to explore the interior of her mouth with the same ardour, the palate, the inside of the cheeks, which allowed me to duplicate my hands, which mimicked the movement on the other side of her mouth, and then her beautiful white teeth, to reach the bottom.
Emboldened by this inflamed preamble, I began biting Amélie’s tongue to suck it greedily. I was biting her so much that Amélie uttered little raucous moans and her face began to tense under the effect of pain. This mixture of pleasure and pain electrified me to the utmost. Seeing that my companion wanted to detach herself from my embrace, I reluctantly gave up this tender piece of her body to reassure her.
- Shhhh! Don’t be afraid, I whispered in her ear.
As I murmured these words to her, I took her hands and stuck them against my breasts. My nipples were so hard they seemed ready to explode. Amélie became more and more interested in this game. Timid at first, her hands massaged my breasts with increasing vigor. I did the same on my side. My hands slipped under her vest until they reached her small but firm breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I then pressed the tip of her nipples between my thumb and index finger in a convulsive back-and-forth motion. In turn, Amélie began licking and biting my face, a gesture that I responded to with the strongest energy. Our bodies became as many continents to explore. Passing from her face, I bite her and licked her ears, as I had done with her tongue. I’ve always had a «crush» for a woman’s ears. Soon it was her neck, her firm arms and her muscular belly that were entitled to the same «treatment of flavor». When I no longer able to, I invited her to my room.
First night of love
As soon as I arrived, I unpacked the bed, lit the nightlight, pulled the curtains and closed the door. Strictly personal! As Amélie began to undress, I told her to stop by gently taking her arm. Holding us together, I kissed her again with a tenfold passion, while slowly undressing her in languorous gestures. She did the same on her own. As we continued to undress, each one embraced and licked the parts that offered themselves to her hungry mouth of new flesh, while staring at the other with an accomplice’s gaze to detect the slightest signs of pleasure. When Amélie took off my panties, I couldn’t help but feel a certain discomfort, because it was so wet from our first lovemaking in the living room. Seeing my embarrassment, Amélie couldn’t help but smile nicely. Kneeling before me, my lover pressed her tongue on my panties, pulling it with her teeth to suck out the nectar. All those movements of her mouth, not to mention the ones of her hands that were kneading my buttocks, electrified me to the point that I felt like I had wide-open locks between my thighs. I grabbed her head until I imprinted it on her in my sex. With my eyes closed, breathing gasping, I almost screamed, it was so good! I didn’t know she was so wild.
Finally, my panties removed, her tongue fodder my pubis, forcing a passage in my crotch. She did not need to insist long. Pressing the forefinger and middle finger into my vagina, Amélie gently spread her lips to better sharpen her tongue inside in a frenzied movement that made me almost lose consciousness. Her fingers rubbing my clitoris in addition, it was a real Niagara that flooded her face! Taking her by the head, I raised her sharply to me and licked her face with a voracity I had never known. Now that we were completely naked, I dragged her to bed.
Stretched out in front of each other, I took her hand and slipped it between my thighs, while doing the same. While we were masturbating, I slipped my other hand under her head and started licking her lips. Immediately her tongue came into contact with mine with the same intensity as the previous times. Abandoning her clitoris, which I massaged in faster and faster concentric movements with my thumb, I slipped my other fingers further back from her vagina, gradually going to meet her anus. Very slowly, then in a faster and faster movement, I pushed my middle finger. With eyes half closed, breathing more and more jerky, Amélie came to stick everything against me. We were both drunk with desire! Regrettably leaving my tongue, Amélie’s mouth came to bite my breasts to the teeth. Instantly, I almost screamed in pain. But far from wanting to drive her away, I pushed my companion’s head further against my chest. I felt with delight her feverish tongue resting on my areolas, while she bit my nipples. While Amélie was greedily swallowing one breast, she was kneading the other with a fervour that was bordering on frenzy. For her part, my little foray into genito-anal territory did not seem to displease her, because my hand had its first shower of the evening. Immediately, I took it to my mouth to lick the precious juice to the last drop, even going so far as to plunge it back in to renew the pleasure.
After this almost simultaneous orgasm, our bodies, sweaty, relaxed. As soon as we opened our eyes, we laughed, for no reason other than the happiness of being together. I couldn’t believe it. This woman who seemed inaccessible to me a few days ago was part of me now. Just seeing this little body exuding the dew of love rekindled in me the desire to possess it again.
I lay upon her all along, spreading her thighs with my legs until our sexes touched. From then on, I kissed her again at full mouth, while my pelvis was printing more and more rapid concentric movements on her pubis. Aroused by this sensation, Amélie widened her thighs and, with her eyes again closed, the breath grew faster and more hoarse, she clung to my buttocks with her hands with such force that her nails would fit into my flesh. Little by little, I descended along her goddess body, kissing and licking every part that offered itself to me, the chin, the neck, the chest, the belly, the thighs, until my mouth came to nest in the cozy little nest, hot and damp that curled in her crotch. Fondly licking her sex, I spread her lips with my fingers. From then on, I bit and sucked the clitoris, while my tongue explored the sides of her vagina, which again began to ooze with such abundance that I had to swallow in order not to suffocate. From time to time, I saw Amélie, who sometimes looked smiling at me, sometimes biting her lower lip. This time, it was my turn to squeeze her ass. As the movement grew, Amélie grew closer and closer to the wails, while she lifted her pelvis in spasms that foreshadowed the imminence of orgasm. In fact, after a time that seemed too short, I almost drowned by a flood that I am not about to forget. Far from being satisfied, I continued even more. That is how I was rewarded not with one, but with three of these wonderful ablutions. Intoxicated by this sweet fragrance, I savored every thread, every drop. I even took advantage of Amélie, who, having attracted me to her face, was also enjoying this sweet nectar. Late at night, full, we fell asleep, huddled together.
Epilogue
Amélie and I have been living together for eight years now. After our first night of love, we met frequently, until we became regular lovers. As soon as our leases expired, we moved into a bigger apartment. We’re lesbians and happy to be lesbians. Our friends and families know this.
At first, this new reality was not easy for some, but things got better. Sometimes, some of our new friends ask us what our parents think about our relationship situation. Each time, we make them see as an answer, not without a hint of malice, a plaster statuette representing two psyches embraced one against the other, eyes closed, kissing, by telling them that this statuette was given to us for Valentine’s Day by Amélie’s mother, who had commissioned it from one of her friends, who is an artist.
We both work in the Québec City region. Amélie found a job as a researcher at an optical institute affiliated with the University. As for me, I practise psychology in private practice, while teaching part-time at a college. Although we don’t have as much time to train, we continue to practice activities such as jogging, swimming, yoga and tai chi.
Amélie’s passion has not diminished one iota. We continue to make love almost every day, sometimes even two or three times. And let me tell you, a moment of love with Amélie is worth any aerobics session. We’ve experimented with different positions, but if there is one we prefer, it’s spread over each other or against each other, with the head nestled in the sex of her partner. A good old 69, what! We have even initiated ourselves into tantrum, which has allowed us to explore new dimensions of our sexuality, in addition to helping us synchronize our orgasms when we feel like it. In any case, even when we are too tired to make love, the mere fact of holding the other in her arms, of kissing her, caressing her, of feeling the warmth and the good smell of her body suffices.
Nature is also part of our philosophy of life. In this sense, we have never been tempted to use gadgets, dildo, vibrator or others. Personally, I have always found stupid this anthropocentric view that the man is «necessary» for the woman to live plainly her life.
We are proud to be women, proud of our bodies, and we do not need male substitutes to thrive. Although we have male friends, Amélie was never tempted to reconnect with them. Also, as I mentioned, I love cooking good food. Cynics will say it’s “good housewife” life-style, but I don’t care. It is always with the same pleasure that I watch my little pussy feast. Because of her over-compensated schedule, Amélie had to eat on the go most of the time. Nevertheless, I managed to make her appreciate the virtues of slow food. We cook together whenever we have the opportunity. For some meals, Amélie even managed to surpass me.
To complete her initiation, I took a trip with my partner to Italy, two years ago. We went to the slow food or cittaslow capital of the world, which is Polenzo, a small town of about 17,000 people in Piedmont, in the northwest of the country. We came back delighted.
I know that over time we will love each other more and more. We will learn to discover each other’s riches. We will love our wrinkles instead of being afraid of them. Every word, every laugh, every mischief will become as many spaces where tenderness can snuggle. Moreover, it always emanates as an aura of contagious happiness from healthy people, feeling great and, above all, who are in love.
Of course, this process will not be smooth. There will be disputes, even disputes, as in most couples. But never mind. When you really love someone, you always end up finding the energy to go through these difficult times and come out of them stronger. Although this profession of faith may seem naive to many, I am convinced that I have found my soul mate. Unless Amélie suddenly disappears, I don’t see how I can live with someone else, and I’m sure she does too. Sometimes at night, when Amélie is turned towards me, I pull her head towards my chest gently, not to wake her, and I nest her between my breasts, while passing an arm over her waist. I love to feel her warm and regular breath. It makes me feel a little music or rather a soft purr. Has anyone ever told you that I have a motherly side?
5 years ago
