Annick (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, chapter 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!
Also, to create the character of Gabriela Mallini, I was inspired by former Argentine tennis champion Gabriela Sabatini. I don’t imply at all that Miss Sabatini is a lesbian or had any lesbian affairs with any women. She’s always been very discreet about her personal life, anyway. This adds to her charm, bringing a touch of mystery to her personality. I just always found that this woman, besides being a great athlete and an exquisite person, has a sculptural and sensual beauty that leaves me breathless.
We often hear that adolescence is the age of revolt. Young people question authority in all its forms: parents, teachers, police officers and so on.
That is not necessarily true for everyone. Sometimes, teens can be very conformist in their desire to assert themselves, especially when they are in a group. And when I say conformists, I’m not referring to external signs, such as wearing a cap or wide jeans. It is about prejudice that is still hard to deal with, despite the progress that has been made in recent years. This is particularly the case of a teacher who taught me in high school and whom I had the opportunity to meet a few years later, when I had become a young adult.
Miss Mallini was in charge of the biology class in third grade. Newly arrived from Ecuador last term, she was admired by many colleagues and students. Everyone loved her. Indeed, in addition to being an excellent educator, she possessed this precious gift of being able to listen. Nobody was never uncomfortable with her. If a student had any problems or simply wanted to confide, she knew she would find a friendly ear in that teacher. Behind this gentle and benevolent gaze, one could easily detect an unusual insight and vivacity of spirit. This is how our teacher became the confidant of many of us.
On the other hand, she had all the beauty of the Latin American woman: tall, slender, hair of a slightly curly jet black, naturally dark complexion, brown pupils, coral lips and teeth to make many toothpaste advertisers green with envy. Without ostentation, her outfit was always neat. All this without speaking of her perfumes, delicate, refined. Just enough to tickle the senses.
Nevertheless, despite these traits of character, Miss Mallini was the object of mockery on the part of some students. Not that those jokes were coming out. On the contrary, they were most often manifested by whispers, muffled laughter, corner smiles or complicit glances when she arrived in class or walked down the hall.
Although our teacher was discreet about her personal life, there were rumours that she was attracted to women. Some of my classmates claimed that a woman, always the same one, would pick her up from time to time at the end of the day. I told them that observation proved absolutely nothing. It could very well have been a friend who worked not far from our school and who offered Gabriela, Miss Mallini’s first name, transportation when it was necessary. And then, even if it were true, what could it do to them! She was always our kind teacher, with her customary knowledge, good humour and compassion. Although I was deeply offended by these disparaging remarks, I did not dare to criticize them for fear that I might find myself on the “other side” by presumption. It is on these occasions that young people can show great cruelty to their loved ones. But before I go any further with Gabriela’s story, I need to tell you about myself.
I know that I always preferred the company of the girls. Already at that time, I had secret affairs with some comrades. And since school, like the workplace, is a real rumour farm, I took precautions. So, when we saw each other in class, we exchanged the usual politeness, but no more.
Moreover, we had developed our own code. Since we were staying with our parents, it was obviously more difficult to meet. So, we took advantage of their absence to make love, not without risks sometimes. But, since we all knew each other in our small group and had agreed on a «solidarity pact», which excluded jealousy, we could meet three or four in one of us to study. When the parents were not at home, we shared the bed in turn, while the other or the others boned up their materials. Some even dated gay friends, which was to our advantage on both sides, since they too played the game.
Obviously, after high school, things became easier. We had moved into an apartment. In addition, at college and later at university, we expanded our meeting circles. Some of us lost sight of each other. It was during this period that I started dating girls in a more serious way. That’s when I saw Gabriela again.
We were at the beginning of summer. The morning was rather chilly for this time of year. Nevertheless, since I have never been sensitive to the cold by nature and am not prone to catching the flu, I decided to dress slightly. It was my last step in the winter. Armed with my shoulder bag, I went to the bus stop.
As I walked, I jumped to the sound of a car alarm near me. As I turned around, I saw a familiar figure waving at me to meet her. When I arrived at the door, I was delighted to recognize my former high school teacher. I was surprised that after all these years, Gabriela remembered me so easily. Unable to resist such an offer, I got into her car. Gabriela had hardly changed. She was even more beautiful than ever.
-“Where are you going?” Gabriela asked me.
-University. I have a class at 8:30.
-Do you want a ride? I don’t have a class this morning. I have a pedagogical meeting with the other teachers that only starts at 9:30 a.m. That will allow us to renew a little.
-With pleasure.
-You know, I’ve seen you go down that road a number of times. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was you. But it must be said that your features have not changed much since you were in my class. I have always had an excellent memory of faces. It’s been a few months since I moved to this neighborhood. I really like it there.
-I love this neighbourhood too. I just lost my roommate. She had been with me for three years. We met at college. But because she wanted to improve her English, she decided to continue her studies in Vancouver. She’s been dreaming about visiting the West Coast for a long time. And good apartments are quite difficult to find, especially those at an affordable price.
-Vancouver is a beautiful city. I was there a number of years ago. You’re right. The rent is exorbitant there. In any case, most big cities have this problem. Are you looking for a new roommate?
-Yes. Fortunately, Michèle, my former roommate, paid her share of the last two months of the lease. I love this apartment and I intend to keep it, even if it’s not easy to find someone else almost at the last hour. Do you know anyone who is looking for housing?
-Not right now. But if there’s an opportunity, I’d be happy to help you. By the way, we could exchange phone numbers. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat together? You see, I lived with someone for a number of years and that person left me a few months ago. In fact, as you can imagine, that’s why I moved, to start a new life. Well, we’re on campus. Tell me which pavilion you must go to."
Back at home, at the end of the day, I took out of my bag the number that Gabriela had given me. We went to the restaurant a few times afterwards. As naive as it may seem, the idea of finding myself with my former teacher, now that I have grown up, in a relationship that is almost equal, troubled and fascinated me. Of course, my preference for women goes back long before I met Gabriela.
Given her position as a high school teacher, Gabriela had to watch her meetings. And, when I took the initiative, I planned our outings with full knowledge. As we talked, I noticed very quickly that Gabriela seemed to be taking more and more interest in me. I was delighted! But at the same time, we had the same apprehension of opening ourselves fully to each other. This fear probably came from our former teacher-student relations. However, I did not allow myself to be disassembled.
In fact, the opportunity to break the ice finally presented itself. As I looked through the paper, I saw that the film If these walls could talk 2 was going to be shown in a small theatre far enough away from the school where Gabriela worked. Personally, the second episode of this movie, with Michelle Williams, is my favorite one. I always been a huge fan of this actress. Pretending not to know too much about what the film was saying, I invited Gabriela to come and see it. Probably she too had heard of it, because she was not begged. Perhaps she even long wished for this «coincidence» to happen.
The night of the presentation, Gabriela came to pick me up in her car. She was more beautiful than ever. She was dressed in a white dress that descended to her knees. Her feet were adorned with sandals of the same colour. As a counterpoint, white produced an almost magical effect on her naturally dark complexion. Her hair, black with jet, descended in a disorderly flow on her bare shoulders. A freshly cut yellow flower enhanced the lustre of her hair. Not to mention the delicate fragrance of jasmine emanating from her person. I had trouble finding my words! Sitting next to such sculptural beauty left me without means. Having probably noticed my trouble, Gabriela immediately started the conversation, while we were heading for the theater. As dumb as it sounds, I don’t even remember what we talked about.
Fortunately, at this time of night, there were not too many people in the auditorium. I choosed seats relatively far away to the other spectators.
It was especially from the second episode of the film that I let myself go to my fantasies. To see the characters share intimate moments, caress each other, make love gave me more and more the desire to do the same with Gabriela. My breathing was accelerating at times. I couldn’t do it any more, so I took my first step. I took a bottle of water out of my bag for a sip. I offered some to Gabriela. Without being begged, she gently took the bottle and gave me a smile. At the same time, her thumb gently touched the top of my hand. This simple gesture gave me a gentle chill. Not being sure if this movement was voluntary, when I took back the bottle, I repeated Gabriela’s gesture, but with more insistence. Gabriela looked at me with a half-intrigued, half-amused look. Her ruby lips opened, showing teeth of a brilliant whiteness. Looking back at the film, she mechanically placed her right arm on the empty armrest. I took the opportunity to stick a little more to her. First, letting my fingers slide on her forearm, I tenderly shook her hand. Far from rejecting my gesture, Gabriela exhaled small sighs, which constituted as many invitations to pursue further our little advances in love. Her breathing was getting a little faster. In turn, Gabriela leaned towards me, offering to my sight the collar plunging from her dress. Her breasts, smooth and firm, rose faster and faster.
As I glanced for indiscreet glances, I embraced the waist of this woman, who aroused in me dreams that I had not known for a long time. She let it happen. With her hand walking on her firm belly, I could feel her breathing becoming more intense. Very slowly, I lifted my hand towards her chest. I began to hear her growing small raucous sighs. Encouraged, I grabbed her left breast and kneaded it firmly. Gabriela was beating eyelids faster and faster. From time to time, I saw her tongue moisten her lips with pleasure. Just feeling that lump of firm, warm flesh under my hand gave me a glimpse of the best moments of ecstasy. I put Gabriela’s hand in my crotch and gave her an increasingly energetic back-and-forth movement. It only took a few minutes before I came. I felt my pussy all wet. I had trouble to contain myself. To help me regain my senses, I watched my watch. The film was about to end. Before removing my hand from Gabriela’s waist, I took the opportunity to fondle her thighs surreptitiously. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of delicious surprise.
At the exit of the theater, since it was not too late, we decided to go for a little drive. Not wanting to finish the evening in the scenery, I kept quiet on the way. However, we both still craved new caresses. I took the opportunity to point out to Gabriela a secondary road that I had just seen advertised on a sign. After forking, we drove for about 20 minutes. It was at this moment that we saw a clearing near the road. We stopped there.
The fact that I found myself in an unknown place, beside this majestic woman, delighted me with ecstasy. After loosening our belt, we remained for a few moments to look at each other tenderly, without saying anything. Slowly, Gabriela lured me to her. I was eager to let myself be delighted. With eyes half closed, I let myself be drawn to the red pulp, swallowed with desire, of Gabriela’s lips. As soon as our lips were in touch, I felt with ineffable pleasure Gabriela’s tongue melting inside my mouth. My heart was already beating. My tongue answered her’s with a vigor that I did not know. Our mouths opened and closed in almost perfect synchronicity. This pre-wedding dance of our mouths, tongues and lips, cut off from our ecstatic sighs, made me dizzy. As an accompaniment, my hands left Gabriela’s hair to dive into her bodice. Almost immediately, two masses of firm and warm flesh, with perfect symmetry, gave me a new thrill of pleasure. I kneaded them with greed. Captivated by excitement, Gabriela started licking my face, kissing my eyes, biting my ears. Abandoning her breasts, I invited her to sit in the back seat, where we would be more comfortable to continue our investigations.
At my request, Gabriela is now lying in front of me. How can I dream of a better show? To see this woman lying there, staring at me with her naughty little face, smiling amused, skin slightly damp, breath breathing, invites me to all the audacity. After lifting her dress, I cannot help but ecstasy in front of Gabriela’s broad, powerful and firm thighs. Like an athlete’s thigh! Grabbing one of her legs, I rubbed my cheek against the satiny surface of her calf, while covering it with kisses. My lips, as well as my tongue, follow the path that leads me gently to the inside of my thigh. Gabriela’s leg calf leans on my shoulder, I slowly spread her other leg. Having placed the left leg on the edge of the passenger seat, I sneak to the banquet site. I lift up the dress a little more, and then let my face slide over this restless belly. Intoxicated by her heady heat, I let my lips and then my tongue slide gently over this mahogany sea. It is not a delight, but a true feast of a queen waiting for me! Every bite, every suction, every kiss awakened my senses like never before. Gabriela’s breathing became panting. As the pace increased, my companion pressed my head on her waist and down. When I reached the height of her sex, I had all the time I could to soak myself in the moist sweet perfume that exuded from her. When I rubbed my cheek against her panties, I could feel the mass of lush down hiding in them. Inviting her to lift her pelvis slightly, I took her panties off Gabriela. It must be said that her garment was made of a white fabric edged with very fine blue, leaving part of the buttocks exposed. Maybe she was secretly hoping for our little night trip. Without making me beg more, I bury my face in the black and wet forest of Gabriela. Having gently spread the lips, I let my tongue languorously mold inside. At once, a delicious slightly musky smell tickled my nostrils. I didn’t need any more to start enjoying myself. After only a few minutes, Gabriela makes her first moans heard.
Her vaginal surfaces are already dripping. As if to echo this gentle oozing, her hips struggle in contortions almost frantic. From then on, Gabriela plunges her hands into my hair, and then she shoves my head in. I thoroughly lick everything that falls under my tongue. I can barely get my head out of the way to catch my breath, the pressure on Gabriela’s hands is so strong. Little by little, her hoarse breath turns into moans, which give way to intense cries. She enjoys it! Having managed to keep my nose slightly above the surface, I continue to feast, sending every drop of dew down my throat. Shortly afterwards, the entire pelvis rises convulsively in a great orgasmic rush. My face is flooded with cyprine. Rolling up her dress, Gabriela pulls me vigorously towards her face. Without delay, she passionately licks my cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose. After soaking herself in the still warm liquid that beaded over my features, she stings without telling me her tongue in my mouth. It is not a language, but a real July 4th that quivers and explores every nook and cranny! Without waiting any longer, my new lover massages my buttocks, to immediately remove my pants. I feel her hand slipping into my panties, already all wet by my little foray before. Gabriela explores my pussy with her fingers. Then, spreading my lips, she starts masturbating me, gently at first, to progress at an ever more frenetic pace. For my part, I do the same with her. Gabriela sticks more and more to me. After a few minutes, I already reach my first orgasm. With my free hand, I embrace the head of this wonderful woman, tying and unraveling her beautiful wavy hair.
I don’t know how long Gabriela and I had sex in her car. After the last skirmishes, we were lying on top of each other, completely naked, almost asleep. I could feel Gabriela’s delicious perfume, her hot breath on my face and the touch of her sweat on my skin. But, to avoid the gaze of possible curious, those of the police especially, we reluctantly dressed. It was half asleep that we left this magical place. With my head tucked under Gabriela’s arm, I made the journey back full. I don’t remember our conversation at that point, if we had a chat.
We continue to meet regularly since our first love encounter in the clearing. As much as I love going to Gabriela’s, I like inviting her to my place. Since Gabriela hasn’t finished settling in, it’s easier for me to organize our little fantasies. A prelude we love is the bubble bath with scented oils and romantic candles. At the end of the bath, I always enjoy drying quietly, gently, this splendid body, while leaving a thin film of moisture. Thus, I can palpate at leisure every curve, every fold, every sinuosity of this sculptural woman. She also likes to take over my initiative. No matter who plays the active role, we love intertwining our kisses. There was even a time when Gabriela managed to make me reach a first orgasm just by eating my breasts!
Over time, Gabriela and I have become fervent lovers. Of course, that doesn’t make us what people commonly refer to as «fuck friends». We often meet simply to enjoy a good meal at the restaurant, to see a play or to spend a quiet evening alone.
Sometimes we have second-hand affairs with other women. We know that and we don’t mind at all. We haven’t decided yet to live together. But whatever! Every moment we spend together holding each other’s arms, smelling each other’s sweet, fragrant breath on our bodies, talking to each other, laughing together are all islands of eternity stolen in the unbridled course of life.
«To my virtues, be indulgent.
To my faults, a little blind.»
Loosely adapted from Neil Gaiman
Brief lives, chapter 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!
Also, to create the character of Gabriela Mallini, I was inspired by former Argentine tennis champion Gabriela Sabatini. I don’t imply at all that Miss Sabatini is a lesbian or had any lesbian affairs with any women. She’s always been very discreet about her personal life, anyway. This adds to her charm, bringing a touch of mystery to her personality. I just always found that this woman, besides being a great athlete and an exquisite person, has a sculptural and sensual beauty that leaves me breathless.
We often hear that adolescence is the age of revolt. Young people question authority in all its forms: parents, teachers, police officers and so on.
That is not necessarily true for everyone. Sometimes, teens can be very conformist in their desire to assert themselves, especially when they are in a group. And when I say conformists, I’m not referring to external signs, such as wearing a cap or wide jeans. It is about prejudice that is still hard to deal with, despite the progress that has been made in recent years. This is particularly the case of a teacher who taught me in high school and whom I had the opportunity to meet a few years later, when I had become a young adult.
Miss Mallini was in charge of the biology class in third grade. Newly arrived from Ecuador last term, she was admired by many colleagues and students. Everyone loved her. Indeed, in addition to being an excellent educator, she possessed this precious gift of being able to listen. Nobody was never uncomfortable with her. If a student had any problems or simply wanted to confide, she knew she would find a friendly ear in that teacher. Behind this gentle and benevolent gaze, one could easily detect an unusual insight and vivacity of spirit. This is how our teacher became the confidant of many of us.
On the other hand, she had all the beauty of the Latin American woman: tall, slender, hair of a slightly curly jet black, naturally dark complexion, brown pupils, coral lips and teeth to make many toothpaste advertisers green with envy. Without ostentation, her outfit was always neat. All this without speaking of her perfumes, delicate, refined. Just enough to tickle the senses.
Nevertheless, despite these traits of character, Miss Mallini was the object of mockery on the part of some students. Not that those jokes were coming out. On the contrary, they were most often manifested by whispers, muffled laughter, corner smiles or complicit glances when she arrived in class or walked down the hall.
Although our teacher was discreet about her personal life, there were rumours that she was attracted to women. Some of my classmates claimed that a woman, always the same one, would pick her up from time to time at the end of the day. I told them that observation proved absolutely nothing. It could very well have been a friend who worked not far from our school and who offered Gabriela, Miss Mallini’s first name, transportation when it was necessary. And then, even if it were true, what could it do to them! She was always our kind teacher, with her customary knowledge, good humour and compassion. Although I was deeply offended by these disparaging remarks, I did not dare to criticize them for fear that I might find myself on the “other side” by presumption. It is on these occasions that young people can show great cruelty to their loved ones. But before I go any further with Gabriela’s story, I need to tell you about myself.
I know that I always preferred the company of the girls. Already at that time, I had secret affairs with some comrades. And since school, like the workplace, is a real rumour farm, I took precautions. So, when we saw each other in class, we exchanged the usual politeness, but no more.
Moreover, we had developed our own code. Since we were staying with our parents, it was obviously more difficult to meet. So, we took advantage of their absence to make love, not without risks sometimes. But, since we all knew each other in our small group and had agreed on a «solidarity pact», which excluded jealousy, we could meet three or four in one of us to study. When the parents were not at home, we shared the bed in turn, while the other or the others boned up their materials. Some even dated gay friends, which was to our advantage on both sides, since they too played the game.
Obviously, after high school, things became easier. We had moved into an apartment. In addition, at college and later at university, we expanded our meeting circles. Some of us lost sight of each other. It was during this period that I started dating girls in a more serious way. That’s when I saw Gabriela again.
We were at the beginning of summer. The morning was rather chilly for this time of year. Nevertheless, since I have never been sensitive to the cold by nature and am not prone to catching the flu, I decided to dress slightly. It was my last step in the winter. Armed with my shoulder bag, I went to the bus stop.
As I walked, I jumped to the sound of a car alarm near me. As I turned around, I saw a familiar figure waving at me to meet her. When I arrived at the door, I was delighted to recognize my former high school teacher. I was surprised that after all these years, Gabriela remembered me so easily. Unable to resist such an offer, I got into her car. Gabriela had hardly changed. She was even more beautiful than ever.
-“Where are you going?” Gabriela asked me.
-University. I have a class at 8:30.
-Do you want a ride? I don’t have a class this morning. I have a pedagogical meeting with the other teachers that only starts at 9:30 a.m. That will allow us to renew a little.
-With pleasure.
-You know, I’ve seen you go down that road a number of times. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was you. But it must be said that your features have not changed much since you were in my class. I have always had an excellent memory of faces. It’s been a few months since I moved to this neighborhood. I really like it there.
-I love this neighbourhood too. I just lost my roommate. She had been with me for three years. We met at college. But because she wanted to improve her English, she decided to continue her studies in Vancouver. She’s been dreaming about visiting the West Coast for a long time. And good apartments are quite difficult to find, especially those at an affordable price.
-Vancouver is a beautiful city. I was there a number of years ago. You’re right. The rent is exorbitant there. In any case, most big cities have this problem. Are you looking for a new roommate?
-Yes. Fortunately, Michèle, my former roommate, paid her share of the last two months of the lease. I love this apartment and I intend to keep it, even if it’s not easy to find someone else almost at the last hour. Do you know anyone who is looking for housing?
-Not right now. But if there’s an opportunity, I’d be happy to help you. By the way, we could exchange phone numbers. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat together? You see, I lived with someone for a number of years and that person left me a few months ago. In fact, as you can imagine, that’s why I moved, to start a new life. Well, we’re on campus. Tell me which pavilion you must go to."
Back at home, at the end of the day, I took out of my bag the number that Gabriela had given me. We went to the restaurant a few times afterwards. As naive as it may seem, the idea of finding myself with my former teacher, now that I have grown up, in a relationship that is almost equal, troubled and fascinated me. Of course, my preference for women goes back long before I met Gabriela.
Given her position as a high school teacher, Gabriela had to watch her meetings. And, when I took the initiative, I planned our outings with full knowledge. As we talked, I noticed very quickly that Gabriela seemed to be taking more and more interest in me. I was delighted! But at the same time, we had the same apprehension of opening ourselves fully to each other. This fear probably came from our former teacher-student relations. However, I did not allow myself to be disassembled.
In fact, the opportunity to break the ice finally presented itself. As I looked through the paper, I saw that the film If these walls could talk 2 was going to be shown in a small theatre far enough away from the school where Gabriela worked. Personally, the second episode of this movie, with Michelle Williams, is my favorite one. I always been a huge fan of this actress. Pretending not to know too much about what the film was saying, I invited Gabriela to come and see it. Probably she too had heard of it, because she was not begged. Perhaps she even long wished for this «coincidence» to happen.
The night of the presentation, Gabriela came to pick me up in her car. She was more beautiful than ever. She was dressed in a white dress that descended to her knees. Her feet were adorned with sandals of the same colour. As a counterpoint, white produced an almost magical effect on her naturally dark complexion. Her hair, black with jet, descended in a disorderly flow on her bare shoulders. A freshly cut yellow flower enhanced the lustre of her hair. Not to mention the delicate fragrance of jasmine emanating from her person. I had trouble finding my words! Sitting next to such sculptural beauty left me without means. Having probably noticed my trouble, Gabriela immediately started the conversation, while we were heading for the theater. As dumb as it sounds, I don’t even remember what we talked about.
Fortunately, at this time of night, there were not too many people in the auditorium. I choosed seats relatively far away to the other spectators.
It was especially from the second episode of the film that I let myself go to my fantasies. To see the characters share intimate moments, caress each other, make love gave me more and more the desire to do the same with Gabriela. My breathing was accelerating at times. I couldn’t do it any more, so I took my first step. I took a bottle of water out of my bag for a sip. I offered some to Gabriela. Without being begged, she gently took the bottle and gave me a smile. At the same time, her thumb gently touched the top of my hand. This simple gesture gave me a gentle chill. Not being sure if this movement was voluntary, when I took back the bottle, I repeated Gabriela’s gesture, but with more insistence. Gabriela looked at me with a half-intrigued, half-amused look. Her ruby lips opened, showing teeth of a brilliant whiteness. Looking back at the film, she mechanically placed her right arm on the empty armrest. I took the opportunity to stick a little more to her. First, letting my fingers slide on her forearm, I tenderly shook her hand. Far from rejecting my gesture, Gabriela exhaled small sighs, which constituted as many invitations to pursue further our little advances in love. Her breathing was getting a little faster. In turn, Gabriela leaned towards me, offering to my sight the collar plunging from her dress. Her breasts, smooth and firm, rose faster and faster.
As I glanced for indiscreet glances, I embraced the waist of this woman, who aroused in me dreams that I had not known for a long time. She let it happen. With her hand walking on her firm belly, I could feel her breathing becoming more intense. Very slowly, I lifted my hand towards her chest. I began to hear her growing small raucous sighs. Encouraged, I grabbed her left breast and kneaded it firmly. Gabriela was beating eyelids faster and faster. From time to time, I saw her tongue moisten her lips with pleasure. Just feeling that lump of firm, warm flesh under my hand gave me a glimpse of the best moments of ecstasy. I put Gabriela’s hand in my crotch and gave her an increasingly energetic back-and-forth movement. It only took a few minutes before I came. I felt my pussy all wet. I had trouble to contain myself. To help me regain my senses, I watched my watch. The film was about to end. Before removing my hand from Gabriela’s waist, I took the opportunity to fondle her thighs surreptitiously. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of delicious surprise.
At the exit of the theater, since it was not too late, we decided to go for a little drive. Not wanting to finish the evening in the scenery, I kept quiet on the way. However, we both still craved new caresses. I took the opportunity to point out to Gabriela a secondary road that I had just seen advertised on a sign. After forking, we drove for about 20 minutes. It was at this moment that we saw a clearing near the road. We stopped there.
The fact that I found myself in an unknown place, beside this majestic woman, delighted me with ecstasy. After loosening our belt, we remained for a few moments to look at each other tenderly, without saying anything. Slowly, Gabriela lured me to her. I was eager to let myself be delighted. With eyes half closed, I let myself be drawn to the red pulp, swallowed with desire, of Gabriela’s lips. As soon as our lips were in touch, I felt with ineffable pleasure Gabriela’s tongue melting inside my mouth. My heart was already beating. My tongue answered her’s with a vigor that I did not know. Our mouths opened and closed in almost perfect synchronicity. This pre-wedding dance of our mouths, tongues and lips, cut off from our ecstatic sighs, made me dizzy. As an accompaniment, my hands left Gabriela’s hair to dive into her bodice. Almost immediately, two masses of firm and warm flesh, with perfect symmetry, gave me a new thrill of pleasure. I kneaded them with greed. Captivated by excitement, Gabriela started licking my face, kissing my eyes, biting my ears. Abandoning her breasts, I invited her to sit in the back seat, where we would be more comfortable to continue our investigations.
At my request, Gabriela is now lying in front of me. How can I dream of a better show? To see this woman lying there, staring at me with her naughty little face, smiling amused, skin slightly damp, breath breathing, invites me to all the audacity. After lifting her dress, I cannot help but ecstasy in front of Gabriela’s broad, powerful and firm thighs. Like an athlete’s thigh! Grabbing one of her legs, I rubbed my cheek against the satiny surface of her calf, while covering it with kisses. My lips, as well as my tongue, follow the path that leads me gently to the inside of my thigh. Gabriela’s leg calf leans on my shoulder, I slowly spread her other leg. Having placed the left leg on the edge of the passenger seat, I sneak to the banquet site. I lift up the dress a little more, and then let my face slide over this restless belly. Intoxicated by her heady heat, I let my lips and then my tongue slide gently over this mahogany sea. It is not a delight, but a true feast of a queen waiting for me! Every bite, every suction, every kiss awakened my senses like never before. Gabriela’s breathing became panting. As the pace increased, my companion pressed my head on her waist and down. When I reached the height of her sex, I had all the time I could to soak myself in the moist sweet perfume that exuded from her. When I rubbed my cheek against her panties, I could feel the mass of lush down hiding in them. Inviting her to lift her pelvis slightly, I took her panties off Gabriela. It must be said that her garment was made of a white fabric edged with very fine blue, leaving part of the buttocks exposed. Maybe she was secretly hoping for our little night trip. Without making me beg more, I bury my face in the black and wet forest of Gabriela. Having gently spread the lips, I let my tongue languorously mold inside. At once, a delicious slightly musky smell tickled my nostrils. I didn’t need any more to start enjoying myself. After only a few minutes, Gabriela makes her first moans heard.
Her vaginal surfaces are already dripping. As if to echo this gentle oozing, her hips struggle in contortions almost frantic. From then on, Gabriela plunges her hands into my hair, and then she shoves my head in. I thoroughly lick everything that falls under my tongue. I can barely get my head out of the way to catch my breath, the pressure on Gabriela’s hands is so strong. Little by little, her hoarse breath turns into moans, which give way to intense cries. She enjoys it! Having managed to keep my nose slightly above the surface, I continue to feast, sending every drop of dew down my throat. Shortly afterwards, the entire pelvis rises convulsively in a great orgasmic rush. My face is flooded with cyprine. Rolling up her dress, Gabriela pulls me vigorously towards her face. Without delay, she passionately licks my cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose. After soaking herself in the still warm liquid that beaded over my features, she stings without telling me her tongue in my mouth. It is not a language, but a real July 4th that quivers and explores every nook and cranny! Without waiting any longer, my new lover massages my buttocks, to immediately remove my pants. I feel her hand slipping into my panties, already all wet by my little foray before. Gabriela explores my pussy with her fingers. Then, spreading my lips, she starts masturbating me, gently at first, to progress at an ever more frenetic pace. For my part, I do the same with her. Gabriela sticks more and more to me. After a few minutes, I already reach my first orgasm. With my free hand, I embrace the head of this wonderful woman, tying and unraveling her beautiful wavy hair.
I don’t know how long Gabriela and I had sex in her car. After the last skirmishes, we were lying on top of each other, completely naked, almost asleep. I could feel Gabriela’s delicious perfume, her hot breath on my face and the touch of her sweat on my skin. But, to avoid the gaze of possible curious, those of the police especially, we reluctantly dressed. It was half asleep that we left this magical place. With my head tucked under Gabriela’s arm, I made the journey back full. I don’t remember our conversation at that point, if we had a chat.
We continue to meet regularly since our first love encounter in the clearing. As much as I love going to Gabriela’s, I like inviting her to my place. Since Gabriela hasn’t finished settling in, it’s easier for me to organize our little fantasies. A prelude we love is the bubble bath with scented oils and romantic candles. At the end of the bath, I always enjoy drying quietly, gently, this splendid body, while leaving a thin film of moisture. Thus, I can palpate at leisure every curve, every fold, every sinuosity of this sculptural woman. She also likes to take over my initiative. No matter who plays the active role, we love intertwining our kisses. There was even a time when Gabriela managed to make me reach a first orgasm just by eating my breasts!
Over time, Gabriela and I have become fervent lovers. Of course, that doesn’t make us what people commonly refer to as «fuck friends». We often meet simply to enjoy a good meal at the restaurant, to see a play or to spend a quiet evening alone.
Sometimes we have second-hand affairs with other women. We know that and we don’t mind at all. We haven’t decided yet to live together. But whatever! Every moment we spend together holding each other’s arms, smelling each other’s sweet, fragrant breath on our bodies, talking to each other, laughing together are all islands of eternity stolen in the unbridled course of life.
5 years ago
