Dawn

- Sophie! Please, come in.

- Hello, Lucy. I’m sorry I didn’t call you before I stopped by. I’m off today and I thought, why don’t I surprise Lucy and see her new apartment?

- Poor thing! You are all soggy. I will go and get a towel so that you can dry a little. You should have taken the bus to my place instead of riding your bike.

- I know. They announced rain when I checked my phone. But I wasn’t tempted to take the bus. I told myself that if I hurry, I could arrive at your place before the rain started falling. Let’s say I blew it! Is it okay if I leave my bike next to your door? I couldn’t find a place outside to lock it.

- No problem, Sophie. It’s a safe building. The tenants are very honest. Close the door. Wait before you sit down. I’ll put a towel on the couch.

-Your place is beautiful. I see that you still have good taste. Did you paint the walls green?

- Turquoise.

- I love that color. It’s so relaxing. Oh! While I’m thinking about it, I’m sorry I didn’t answer you when you wrote me to invite me to your housewarming party. We’ve been buzzed all day. I even had to work overtime because we were so short-staffed. It’s been crazy at the restaurant for at least two weeks. I was so tired that I didn’t even bother to read my messages. When I read your invitation, it was already too late. Anyway, I was so worn out that I didn’t even bother to take a shower before going to bed. I should say before I fall into bed. Who came to your party?

- The usual little family. There was Jack, Art, Chan, Nova, Laurent, Fumiko, Sandrette, Ed, Anna and Missy, Ingrid, Sarah and Hanna.

- Sarah, Fumiko and Ingrid have read excerpts from their latest writings. Sarah has no equal to awaken the senses and turn people on, even the s**l**e**e**p**i**e**s**t.

- I don’t doubt that for a minute. There were going to be crossed legs among the guests.

- Yes, it is!

- Then Fumiko, Ingrid and Jack read us some of their poems. Let’s say the atmosphere was quite different. Everyone could feel the sadness and loneliness that pervades them so often. They have a way of making us share their vulnerability that makes them so endearing. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, it takes a lot of courage to expose your vulnerability to the naked in front of everyone. Everybody was moved, sometimes to tears.

- Sometimes there is sadness that does good. At some point in our lives, we recognize each other. These are writings that are so full of truth.

Speaking of Ingrid, there’s an idiot who’s been bugging her on her XHamster page lately. Like she told me, she’s so tired of being h*a*r*a*s*s*e*d by these kinds of morons. Another jerk who came to show her his subtlety using the two cerebral hemispheres that h*a*n*g between his legs. Ding-dong!

- Again?! My God! It must be at least the third time in the last few weeks that this kind of thing has happened to her. Did she take a subscription? She is really not lucky.

- What do you know! If we had to clean up all the Australopithecus that are popping up on the social networks, I think those networks would never stop hiring staff just to deal with these assholes. When I think of all these imbeciles who still consider women as beautiful little pieces of meat that can be eaten at will, I find it hard to believe that we live in the twenty-first century. Just thinking about it, I think the Nobel Peace Prize should be awarded to all women on Earth, just the idea that they are women.

- I totally agree with you, Sophie. By the way, aren’t you supposed to be working today? Usually, your day off is Friday?

- Indeed. But Rosalie phoned me and asked me to replace her last Thursday, saying she had a cold. I personally doubt it a bit. First of all, her voice was quite normal, even if she coughed, from time to time. Then I know that she made a new boyfriend, Rashard, a few weeks ago. She told me about going wilderness camping with him. And like last Friday, the weather was nice. So, one + one + one... In any case, it didn’t really bother me. So, we swapped our respective days off. My Friday for her Monday.

- I understand. While I’m thinking about it, I still have some lobster that Laurent brought us to my party. Would a little club sandwich tempt you?

- I admit I ate like an ogress before I came to see you. I even bought a burrito at a street restaurant, which was not too far from home. But I love lobster. Even if I know that it is pure greed, I accept your offer with great pleasure. Just give me a small one.

- I’ll fix it for you, it won’t be long. Sit down. I put a towel on the couch. Tomatoes, lettuce and mayonnaise, is that okay?

- Perfect.

- Do you want a beer in the meantime?

- Sure. What do you have?

- I don’t have much left. I didn’t have time to go grocery shopping. Heineken, is that okay?

- Fine. Thank you

- I love the layout of the furniture. I see you haven’t lost your magic touch.

- Excuse me, I can hardly hear you. Can you speak a little louder, please?

- No problem! Ha-ha!

- What’s funny?

- Your poster.

- Which one?

- The one that’s sticked up right over your couch in front of mine.

- So?

- It’s written «Life is a beach».

- And?

- It sounds like “Life is a bitch”.

- That’s probably what the poster designers had in mind, Stephen Hawking!

- Your apartment is really big. It must cost you a fortune in rent.

- No, that’s fine. The rent is reasonable. To be honest with you, when I first visited this apartment, it was a real dump! The bathroom and the kitchen were disgusting alone. My stomach was upside down. It must be said that the former tenants were not quite models of cleanliness, good manners and reliability. The owner told me that they often listen music too loud, and that’s when they weren’t bickering because they were d**r**u**n**k or high. Other tenants often complained, so the police often had to intervene. These morons have received I don’t know how many warnings and court orders for neighborhood disorder.

Finally, they sneaked out, with two months' rent late. They even took the light bulbs from the ceiling lights. Stupid assholes! As a preventive measure, the owner hired an exterminator shortly after the tenants left, just in case. Fortunately, there were no… little friends to keep me company.

On a number of occasions, I have received notices to appear in municipal court that were intended for them. Each time, I would send back the notices with the words “Have moved. New address unknown”. I even had a visit from a bailiff twice. I told them that the tenants had moved and that if they did not believe me, they could go to the owner of the building. I left them his name and phone number.
However, as it was well located and spacious, I managed to reach an agreement with the owner to restore the apartment, in exchange for a rent reduction. Fortunately, the whole gang helped me. And the owner took care of providing me with everything I needed, the paint and everything else. Once the dirty job is done, I can enjoy the rest.


- Hellooooo!!! Are you still there?

- Hum? Oh, sorry. After you mentioned «dirty job», I think my mind got lost.

- Stupid pervert!

- No, I assure you. When you are listened to, it is often difficult to stay focused.

- Changing of subject, I’m so sorry that I didn’t help you. Like I said, the last few weeks, it’s been really hell at work.

- No problem, Sophie. Stop worrying with that. I understand very well.

- Oooh! I don’t know if it’s beer or burrito or both of them, but I feel all bloated.

- Down the corridor, second door to your right!

- It’s like gas swirling through my bowels...

- Thanks for the details, I needed so much to know that!

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- Here’s your club sandwich. I hope you’ll like it.

- Thank you. Huuuummmm! It smells delicious.

- Would you like to listen to some music?

- Sure!

- What’s playing on? It’s really beautiful.

- Drifting, by Jimi Hendrix.

- Jimi Hendrix?!?!? It must have been at least 50 years since this guy passed away. I think even my grandfather listened to this kind of music.

- So what? Even if he’d been d**e**a**d a hundred years, what difference does it make? We listen to Mozart, Beethoven, Schumann, Brahms and Debussy, even if these great composers have left us for more than a century. Should we put a best before date on each record every time it comes out? Good music is good music. End of story!

- Now-now! Relax. Breathe by the nose. I was just teasing you. You’re so quick-tempered. I like to make you angry. You have no idea how exciting you are when you get angry. Come on, sit on my lap. I want to hug you a little.

- But you’re still wet.

- Do you see what you’re doing to me?

- (giggle) Idiot!

- Huummm! You smell good. What’s the name of your perfume?

- It’s not a perfume. It’s my soap. Honeysuckle. It was tempting to spoil me a bit. So, I went shopping at Crabtree & Evelyn.

- Now that I have you all against me, let me feel you a little. I’ve always dreamed of being a doctor. If I have good karma, maybe I’ll become one in my next life. Now that I have you all against me, let me feel you a little. Let’s see. Belly, checked. Boobs, checked. Upper lips, checked. Opens mouth wide. Tongue. I’ll do a little test. (long French kiss).

- Okay, okay. That’s enough.

- The last time you were at my place, you told me about an affair you had with a mature woman who owned a small ranch with some horses.

- Yes. Do you want me to tell you how it happened?

- Sure.

- But first, Take off your head from under my tee-shirt!

- Not right now. I have to keep investigating. You never know. I like it when you’re not wearing a bra. You have no idea how much this simplifies things.

- Like I told you, I met this woman at an impromptu photo shoot I did with Tuesday... Hey! Are you even listening to me?

- Sorry. I can hardly hear you. Karma in process. If I deepen my knowledge of anatomy now, maybe I can get credit for it in my next life.

- Enough foolishness!

- Yes, Ma’am.

- Good. Two months ago, Ingrid and I went to do a little photo shoot in the Portneuf area. When I had gone on road trips with the girls in this area, I had noticed a farm, with a small pond and a woodlot nearby. I thought this place would be great for taking some pictures. So, one Saturday, at dawn, I went there, accompanied by Ingrid. On this occasion, I brought a blue minidress, with floral motifs and a crown of flowers. To add a little spice to the photos, I cut out the part of the dress that covered my chest.

- Ha-ha-ha! I wish I could have seen this. You must have looked completely dumb.

- Thank you, Sophie. That’s very thoughtful.

- You’re welcome.

- I just wanted to look a little hippy style.

- Wasn’t Ingrid too... intimidated at the sight of your dream body?

- No. That’s fine. She’s seen others. Anyway, our sweet and adorable Ingrid has never been a prude.

- As I was saying, we went to this farm very early in the morning, because Ingrid had to go to work in her gym starting in the morning. Fortunately, there was enough space on road shoulder for Ingrid to park her car safely. When I reached the pond, I changed in a grove to put on my minidress.

- Wasn’t it too cold?

- A little bit. But it wasn’t too inconvenient. We were able to take our pictures for about three-quarters of an hour, an hour. Suddenly, a woman’s voice hailed us.

- Tam-tam-tam! Caught in the act.

- That’s when we saw a blonde woman, about fifty years old, heading towards us.

- Did she look angry?

- No. I would say rather curious. Tuesday and I told she was probably the owner of the farm.

- Was she even pretty?

- I will come back to that a little later. At the time, Tuesday and I were a little scared. As we were on private property and had not asked for permission, in addition to my light attire, we apprehended some trouble.




- Hello! May I help you?

- Hum, hello, Miss! Please forgive us for intruding on your property. My friend and I just wanted to take some intimate photos. As we passed by, I had spotted your property. And I thought this would be the perfect place to do a little photo shoot. The natural setting is so enchanting! And since the pond is located behind a grove, I told myself that the owner probably wouldn’t notice. We are truly sorry for the embarrassment we have caused you. But don’t worry. We were about to leave.

- Don’t fret with it. I was just curious. I heard some voices behind the grove and I came to see who was there.

- I’m glad to hear it.

- Good. Now I think the glass is broken, I think we can introduce ourselves. My name is Stephanie. My family and my friends call me Stephie.

- Please to meet you, Stephie. I’m Lucy and this is a very good friend of mine, Ingrid.

- Please to meet you, Madam.

- Please to meet you, Ingrid.

- Now that the introductions have been made, would you be willing to come to my house for coffee?

- With pleasure, Stephie. Do you think you have time, Ingrid?

- Unfortunately, I don’t think so. I would have liked to. But I have to go to work. Thank you for the invitation, Stephie. I’m sorry, Lucy. but if you want to come back to town, I can’t stay much longer.

- Look, Ingrid. If it can suit you, I have to go to town later. I can drive your friend home. It doesn’t bother me at all.

- What do you think about it, Ingrid?

- If it suits Lucy, I have no problem with that.

- Thank you, Ingrid. I’ll call you tomorrow.

- Again, please to meet you, Stephie. Have a nice day.

- Have a nice day, too, Ingrid. I wish I had time to get to know you better.

- Me too, Stephie. It’ll be another time.

- Be careful on your way back.





- That’s a good start. Now, can you describe to me what Stephanie is like?

- Since you’re so impatient, I’ll describe her to you right now. Like I said, Stephie’s in her early or mid-fifties. She’s blonde, half-long hair. She’s about as tall as I am, about five feet eight. As she approached us, Tuesday and I, she was wearing jeans, suede boots and a violet shirt that suggested a pair of breasts to delight. One could easily imagine the nipples. When she spoke to us, I felt palpitations all over my chest! And her jeans evoked firm and smooth legs, much like the athletes' legs. For a woman her age, she was quite well kept, thank you! Maybe she was training. It must be said that working on the farm is physically very demanding.

- Huuummmm! You make me hungry again!

- Good. Now, let me continue my story.

- Sorry. Please do.

- So, as I said, after Tuesday left, I took back my clothes, which I had left by the grove. After I got dressed, we headed for Stephie’s house. Along the way, we met a mare, with her foal. Next to the a****ls, there was a currycomb, which was dragging on the ground. The mare and her foal were beautiful. The mother’s coat was a magnificent, plain reddish brown. As for her foal, he was of the same brown colour, but lighter than that of his mother. The two horses were grazing grass, without our arrival seemed to bother them in the least, probably because of the presence of Stephie.





- They’re lovely!

- Thank you, Lucy.

- Did you give them a name?

- For the mother only. As for the foal, I haven’t had time to think about it yet. He’s very young. He’s only six weeks old.

- And what’s the mother’s name?

- Shiraz.

- I love this name.

- You’re too kind, Lucy. I called this mare that, in memory of a trip I made to Iran several years ago. Shiraz is a city located in the southwest of this country. It is best known for its gardens and handicraft carpet workshops. I met some absolutely wonderful people there, and I’ve been corresponding with them ever since. At the very beginning, it was by mail. Now, it’s by email or Skype. Times change! (giggle!)

Their c**h**i**l**d********n have grown into adults now. I could almost say that I have seen them grow up. They became, with their parents, like a small family to me. I even communicate with some of them. Some call me their beloved aunt. (giggle!)

- You were brushing your mare?
-
Yes. I was curry-combing Shiraz when I heard you on the other side of the grove. Do you want to do a little bit of that? I see you seem interested.

- I’ve never done that in my life.

- Don’t be afraid. It’s very simple. I’ll show you. You have to start with the neck, top to bottom.

- Whoa!

- Ha-ha-ha! Don’t be afraid. If Shiraz turned her head so sharply, that’s because she doesn’t know you yet. Also, avoid staying between her and her little one. When the foals are so young, the mother needs to maintain eye contact with their offspring. Caress Shiraz gently, while you keep curry-combing her. That will calm her down. That’s much better.

- Heyyy! She licked my face!

- That’s so sweet! That means Shiraz loves you. She’s already adopted you. It’s a sign that you’re better than you thought.

- Now, would you like us to go have our coffee? You will use it at the same time to rinse your face. Getting kissed by an adult horse is not quite the same as with a kitten, is it? Ha-ha-ha!

- It’s not funny! (giggle!)





- How was the house?

- It was rather a small house. It was very pretty. English cottage style. With half-timbered recesses in the wall and the sloping roof. Good. Now, let me continue my story.





- Huuummm! Your place is really nice. It’s cozy.

- Thank you, Lucy.

- Where’s the stable?

- Just behind the house. The other horses are eating right now. I take the opportunity to take out Shiraz and her foal, so that they have a little peace of mind alone. Including Shiraz and her foal, I have six horses. It’s not much. It doesn’t seem like it, but taking care of six horses takes a lot of time and work. When you work on a farm, you have no choice but to be early risers.

- Let’s go to the kitchen. Please, take a seat, while I make the coffee. Here, take this wet towel to clean you of Shiraz’s excess affection. Tell me if you think it’s too hot.

- Thank you, Stephie.

- It’s a real little paradise here. Everything is so warmly. I love antique furniture. If I can afford it one day, I wish I could stay in a house like yours.

- Thank you. In fact, this house was originally a small barn that I had renovated. As for furniture, part of it comes from an inheritance that I received from my parents, who inherited it themselves from my grandparents. The other part comes from many purchases I’ve made over the years in second-hand stores and garage sales. There are sometimes real treasures at a more than affordable price. Sometimes they are inheritances that people no longer need, either because they are not interested or because they are moving and no longer have the space to keep all this furniture.

- You did the right thing.

- And for the land and the horses, this is another legacy that I received this time from my uncle and aunt, who passed away a few years ago. My cousins live on the farm next door. Okay, the coffee is ready.

- Thank you.

- Here. Milk and sugar are on the table. Help yourself.

- Thank you, Stephie.

- Do you live alone?

- Yes. I’ve been divorced for three years now. I have two daughters. The oldest is a lawyer and the other one is studying for a master’s degree in psychology. I’m very proud of them. They’re beautiful. You can see their pictures on the wall.

- They are lovely! I find that the youngest one looks very much like you.

- That’s what everyone tells me. Since they left home, I have to say that I sometimes feel alone. But I have to say that with my job, which I do on a part-time basis and the maintenance of my land, not to mention the breeding of my horses, I don’t have time to get bored. Since my daughters left the family home, life is obviously not the same for me. At least I have my horses to take care of. To me, these a****ls are like therapy.

- What field do you work in, if not too indiscreet on my part?

- I work as an actuary for the ****** Insurance Company.

- I know that the profession of actuary is very demanding. The sister of a friend of mine studies in this area. With your farm and your horse farm, you don’t have to have a lot of time to s**l**e**e**p. How do you do that? Do you have people to help you?
- Yes. As I told you earlier, I have family living on the farm next door. Working on a farm is very demanding, as much as in actuarial terms, even though these are two very different fields of activity. My cousins and I help each other out. When I work in the office or telework, they help me take care of my horses. It is literally a family affair! (giggle!) When you work in the insurance industry, calculating potential risks, you are always in anticipation mode. Having the opportunity to take care of my horses allows me to reconnect with the present moment. It gives me a certain balance in my life.

- At least you’re lucky to have family nearby to help you out.
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Indeed. Eight years ago, my aunt became very ill. A recurrence of breast cancer she developed fifteen years earlier. With the farm work, in addition to my aunt who was very sick, my uncle and cousins were completely overwhelmed. Having always been very economical, in addition to earning a very good salary, I calculated that I had the financial resources necessary to take an early semi-retirement, after having agreed with my employer, which allowed me to lend a hand to my family.

My aunt and I were always very close to each other. I even considered her a second mother. Unfortunately, the prognoses of the doctors were really not encouraging. At first, it wasn’t that bad. Then, as the disease gained ground, the tasks became more and more heavy. When cancer takes over, everything becomes complicated. The simple fact of getting up, going to the bathroom, washing, dressing, eating, going to appointments in the hospital to meet her oncologist or for radiation and chemotherapy treatment is becoming more and more like a giant staircase.

To help me take care of my aunt, during the night, my uncle and my cousins set up a deckchair, next to my aunt’s bed, with a blanket and a pillow. So, when I heard my aunt moaning at night, I could quickly give her p**a**i**n**k**i**l**l**e**r medication. When metastasis begin to invade the body, the spine and lower back are among the worst places. As soon as my aunt turned around in her s**l**e**e**p, the p**a**i**n would often awaken her almost immediately.

- I suspect so. The backbone is the main highway of the nervous system.

- With time, you literally become the parent of your parent. It was the same for my uncle and my cousins. Over the months, we became them the fathers and I the mother of my aunt. I will always remember my aunt as a woman who was so autonomous, playful and full of life. To see her gradually regress until she becomes like a b**a**b**y, without anyone being able to do anything to reverse the normal process of the disease is difficult to bear.

- I don’t doubt it. I’m sincerely sorry.

- Thank you. You’re very kind. When my aunt left us, it was a terrible shock for all of us, even if we expected it. My uncle and aunt were married very young. A few months before my aunt’s departure, they had celebrated their fifty-third wedding anniversary. When a couple lives together for so many years, they form a kind of osmosis.

My uncle and aunt have always been madly in love with each other. As a result, when one d**i**e**s, it is not uncommon for the other to follow shortly thereafter. And that is unfortunately what happened. Two years later, my uncle joined my aunt. To thank me for all the care I took to my aunt, my uncle left me in his will this parcel of his farm, with the barn that I had refitted in house as well as my small horse breeding. Fortunately, the barn was in excellent condition.

And they always loved a****ls. My aunt loved horses especially. For them, in spite of all the workload they had, these horses were, I would not say a hobby, but rather a little sweetness on a daily basis.

- I sympathize with you wholeheartedly. Forgive me for saying this. I know it may seem inappropriate in these circumstances. But I find you very beautiful. May I hold your hands?

- Um, yes.

- They’re very warm and soft.

- Thank you, Lucy. Yours, too. I don’t know why I told you this whole story about my aunt and my uncle. I hope I didn’t bore you too much. After all, you are young and seem to be in perfect health. You still have your whole life ahead of you.
I admit that as soon as I saw you, I immediately liked you. There is something in your gaze, in your way of being that naturally inspires confidence. Has anyone ever told you that?

- Yes. My family and friends often tell me that. Yet I don’t think I’m doing anything special to attract so many people to me.

- Let’s call it a natural gift.

- If you want. Some people told me I’m a heyoka.

- A what???

- Heyoka is an original word of the Sioux tribe. For these people, a heyoka is someone who is in constant harmony with the Universe and others. Unlike empathic people, who are people who have the intuitive ability to put oneself in the place of others, to perceive what one feels, heyoka helps people see themselves better and positively change their attitudes and behaviours. Heyoka naturally carry a dynamic spiritual power. Sometimes their humour and outspokenness can disturb some. But it’s never out of malice on their part. Personally, as far as I am concerned, I find this term exaggerated. But I accept the compliment willingly, albeit with some reservations. Hooo! Look who’s here. I think we have company.

- Ah! This is my cat, Aglae. She’s probably coming back from one of her h**u**n**t**i**n**g parties. My horses adore her. She’s a natural ally to them. Every time she goes to the stable, she takes the opportunity to clean up the rats, mice and field mice that have found refuge there. She’s a very good h**u**n**t**e**r. A real Artemis.

- She’s adorable! Hello, sweetie.

- Two weeks ago, she dropped a d**e**a**d field mouse she had just caught on my plate while I was making breakfast. She was sitting on the table, next to my plate, looking at me proudly, probably expecting to share the meal she brought up with me. When I saw this enticing surprise, I said no, thank you, Aglae and made her understand that I greatly appreciated her offering, but that I unfortunately did not share exactly the same diet as her. So, I went to get a paper towel and threw the improvised snack out, so Aglae could enjoy it, alone, this time. Sadly for her! (giggle!) Then, after changing my plate for a clean one, I went back to my toasts, jam, cheese, eggs and a good coffee.

- Ha-ha-ha! a****ls are often much smarter than we think. I have always been passionate about the work of Konrad Lorenz. Do you know him?

- I’ve heard a little bit about him.

- Lorenz was an Austrian biologist and ethologist, who has devoted most of his scientific career to improving the understanding of a****l behaviour. He even won the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Physiology, in 1973. For my part, a****ls will never cease to amaze me.

- Neither do I. I hope I won’t put you at ease by telling you this. But, earlier, when I saw you with your little flowery dress...

- I know. I must have looked completely ridiculous! Ha-ha-ha!

- No. That’s not what I was getting at. Actually, what I meant to say was that I found you very attractive.

- You mean I was arousing you?

- Yes. Please, forgive me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

- Not at all, Stephie. It’s a nice compliment. Confidence for confidence, I find you irresistibly beautiful, too.

- I’m not quite twenty years old, you know. Nevertheless, I thank you for your kindness.

- No-no. Seriously. As soon as we started talking, I figured I’d like to stay as beautiful and fit when I’m your age.

- Thank you. You’re too kind.

- I love your hair. They look so silky. Can I touch it? Stephie! You’re blushing! It’s so adorable!

- Yes. You can touch it.

- Your hair is like your hands. Soft and silky. Stephie, may I ask you an indiscreet question?

- It depends on the question. But go ahead.

- Have you ever had intimate relationships with other women?

- Why are you asking me that?

- Just out of curiosity.

- Yes.

- Would you like to tell me a little bit about it?

- I’m not sure where to start.

- Just tell me what comes to mind.

- Well, then. I was in my first year of university. My roommate had a sister who was part of the gymnastics team and she would watch the team train whenever she could, to cheer on her sister. She often invited me to accompany her. I was very athletic at that time. However, gymnastics had never been of any particular interest to me. I was more of a swimming and yoga enthusiast. Subsequently, with my employment in the insurance industry, in addition to my family, I did not have much time to devote to these activities.

Going back to gymnastics, I think maybe I was a little too tall to do it. Beyond a certain size, the coaches do not accept the candidates, probably for physics issues related to this sport. The average size of these athletes is five feet, five feet two, five feet three.

- Gymnastics has always fascinated me. Just to see these athletes spinning in the air, as if nothing had happened, literally makes me dizzy. It is incredible to see all this mixture of movements coordination, f**o**r**c**e, precision, flexibility, balance and grace combined in a single movement, whether at the uneven bars, the balance beam or the jump to the springboard and easel.

- You’re absolutely right. Gymnastics is an extremely demanding sport and much riskier than it looks. Serious i**n**j**u**r**i**e**s are not uncommon.

So, one evening, during one of the workouts, my roommate and I were chatting with her sister while she was on break, when a gymnast joined our conversation. I’d noticed her before, unless she was the one who noticed me first. Every time she saw me coming with my roommate, she greeted me with a radiant smile. It must be said that I was a little intimidated by so much attention from a perfect stranger. She was African-American. A gorgeous woman. Luscious lips, a wasp waist and round and firm thighs. In addition, she had, like her teammates, a small coloured drawing sticked to the cheek, which brought out her beauty. She was a magnetic beauty! I could not look away from her. She had certainly noticed it. Because, while we were getting to know each other, she would sometimes give me a smirk.





- Huuummmm! More and more interesting. So, the woman you met, Stephie, had an affair with a gymnast. How enticing.
- Yes. Now, stop interrupting me, Sophie. Would you? And, again, get your head out of my t-shirt!!! I’m not a community garden, for God’s sake!





- My name is Moira. What’s yours?

- Stephanie. Pleased to meet you, Moira.

- You’ve been here several times. you’re Jenny’s roommate, right?

- Um, yes. I accompany Jennifer when she comes to see her sister train. I admire you and your team enormously. It’s absolutely incredible to see all the athletic prowess you can accomplish.

- Thank you. You are too kind. I noticed that you seem to be very interested in this sport. You can come and watch us train whenever you want. You don’t need a special invitation for this. If, by some coincidence, the security guards were a little overzealous, all you have to do is show them your student ID and tell them that Moira invited you. They know me. I come here almost every day to train.

- I’ll take that. Don’t you mind, Jenny?

- Not at all, Stephie.

- Good! Five o'clock pm tomorrow, is that okay?

- Yes.





- And I assume you two met the next day.

- Yes, Lucy. This woman was a goddess! You should have seen the energy and precision of each of her movements. Each muscle, each tendon of her body stretched with perfect synchronicity. I didn’t know why at the time, but this woman had a growing fascination for me. I couldn’t get my eyes off her supple and powerful legs, her steel bust. Every time she finished a series of exercises, all sweaty, she literally electrified me. I was truly hypnotized in front of so much beauty and elegance! Moira must have known I was troubled, for from time to time she stared at me with the same little smirk, which immediately made me uncomfortable.

- It sounds delightful!

- After a week and a half, Moira invited me to her room for a potluck supper. A few sandwiches, a salad and a couple of beers. Something very simple. Her roommate had planned to have a drink with her boyfriend and some common friends in town that night. Since it was a Friday, they were planning to stay in town very late.

- You can hardly resist such an invitation! (giggle!)

- Indeed. So, when evening came, I showed up at the Moira room, with my lunch. She was so gorgeous that night! She wore gray jogging pants and a red undershirt on our university coat of arms that went with her. When she opened the door to me, she was always so cheerful. And she had once again this warm and radiant smile to flip any heart!





- Please, come in, Stephie! I couldn’t wait to see you come. How was your day?

- I had two mid-term exams. It went well. But, needless to say I’m really not mad that the day is over! (giggle!) I really need to relax.

- Me too. My team and I have handed over important work, which accounts for almost half the grade of the class. And that’s not to mention the training. Our coach was merciless. She made us sweat at the end of the day!

- I still haven’t asked you. But what are you studying?

- In hydraulic engineering. And you?

- In actuarial science.

- I think it’s fair to say that we don’t lack work

- No, we don’t.

- What’s with the sandwiches you brought?

- There’s one with chicken salad and the other ham and cheese.

- Huuummm! It smells delicious. Did you make them yourself or did you buy them?

- I made them by myself. It must be said that it does not require a lot of culinary skills!

- Ha-ha! I agree. Changing the subject, can I ask you a personal question?

- Please do.

- Do you have a crush on me?

- Why are you asking me?

- I’m not saying this to make you feel uncomfortable. But, I’ve noticed, on many occasions, that you were totally eyed me hungrily during my trainings.

Don’t feel embarrassed. I admit I liked you the first time I saw you. I love your hair, Stephie. Please forgive me for being so bold. But have you ever been in love with other girls?

- I admit I had little crushes with some of my classmates, in college. But nothing serious. Just little kisses. Except once, where I went a little further. We were the only ones left in the locker room, after a hand-ball game. And the friend for whom I had a special affection literally devoured my tongue by kissing me, in addition to licking my face and neck. But it didn’t go any further.

- I see. As I said, I think you have a crush on me. Would you like us to go further?

- You mean make love together?

- Yes. I want you.

- I know it may sound silly. But I don’t know if I can do it. I never gone so far.

- There’s a start to everything. And none of us will have to talk to anybody about it. I’m not necessarily talking about a long-term relationship. I’m just talking about right now. Relax. I really want to go to bed with you, feel your warmth against me, caress you, taste your flesh.

- Me too, Moira.





- Finally, you did it?

- Yes, Lucy.

- Please, tell me!

- I confess I’m not very comfortable to tell that kind of story.

- I told you before, Stephie. Don’t worry with that. You don’t have to be ashamed. Just tell me what you’re ready to tell. This isn’t a court of law! (giggle!)

- Well! Moira got up and came to sit gently beside me. She then began to caress my face, then my hair. It must be said that they were longer at the time. That’s when Moira gently lifted my chin up, then leaned towards me to give me a first kiss. At first, I was pretty intimidated. I didn’t expect this evening to turn out that way at all, at least not when we first met in private. Until then, we had always met in the gym.

At first, I was a little tense. For me, it was like a jump without a parachute. Then, every second that passed, I felt her emboldened. Soon I felt her tongue trying to open a passage in my mouth. In a few moments, our two tongues came together. Afterwards, sticking her mouth closer to mine, Moira made me open my mouth wide. Immediately, an intense fire ran through my body. Our mouths formed a true ballet, of which Moira was the instigator. Every movement of Moira’s mouth and tongue impressed her impulse with mine.

In doing so, Moira took my hands and invited me to caress her breasts. Our breaths were getting more and more jerky. The next moment, she made me get up and dragged me to her bed, while continuing to cover me with kisses. Arriving at the edge of her bed, we looked at each other, literally feverish by this first contact. After looking at me for a short while, Moira began to unbutton my shirt. Once my shirt was removed, she seemed fascinated by my chest. It must be said that I started to develop my chest very early on. Moreover, I had put on a bra that enhanced my breasts. Probably because I’ve been more or less waiting for this moment for so long.

Within seconds, I felt Moira’s burning kisses of passion cover my chest, while she unhooked my bra. A short time later, it was no longer kisses, but her tongue slips on my breasts. My nipples hardened. Continuing her momentum, Moira began to suck my nipples, slowly at first, then harder and harder. My sighs then became gasping more and more loudly.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I would infiltrate my hands behind her pants, then into her panties. It was then that a beautiful pair of buttocks, both supple and firm, offered itself to my hands. Unable to take it anymore, I began to massage them more and more vigorously.

As I continued to massage her buttocks, Moira defied my belt and lowered the zipper on my pants, which slowly slipped down to my feet. With a slight movement of each foot, I got rid of this garment which had become cumbersome. Imitating her gesture, I lowered Moira’s pants, which she hastened to get rid of, before taking off her undershirt.

As I suspected, Moira wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts, small but firm, immediately offered themselves to my eyes, like two succulent ripe fruits, ready to be tasted. Her panties, whose whiteness accentuated, by contrast, the natural darkness of her complexion, was the last obstacle that stood between me and this woman. Immediately, Moira took my hands and placed them on her panties, making a downward movement. Unable to resist such an invitation, I hastened to withdraw it. She was no longer a woman, but a true ebony goddess that I had before me, Lucy. I swear!

After having generously sucked my nipples, Moira still shoved her tongue in my mouth, always with the same gyratory movement once inside. After a few minutes, she took my head gently with her two hands. Then she made me kneel down. I found myself facing a pair of thighs as I had rarely dreamed of! Real athlete’s thighs. Full, firm. Placing one hand behind my head, Moira sticked my face on her crotch, completely shaved. Slightly spreading her thighs, she whispered to me to lick her. I was literally mad with desire! Gently spreading her labias, I pressed my tongue into her slit, all moistened with dew.

With each lick, I could enjoy the sweet, warm and slightly musky nectar that moistened my tongue. At times, Moira pressed my head so hard that I could barely breathe. Very quickly, I did not lick anymore, but sucked each gulp of the precious liquid which flooded not only my mouth, but the whole face. My lover was sighing more and more guttural and jerky. After a moment, Moira took my head again and made me stand up with my face dripping with sweat and vaginal fluid.

- You mean she squirted in your mouth?

- Squirted? Oh, you’re speaking of feminine ejaculation? Yes. I’m sorry, Lucy. I’m not completely used to the familiar slang about feminine pleasure.

- It doesn’t matter. Please continue.

- As I said, Moira made me stand up and made me lie on her bed. After laying down my head on her pillow, Moira began to astride on my face, this time offering me not only the wonderful view of her sex, but also of her anus. Sitting directly on my face, this time, Moira began to impress her body with a back-and-forth movement, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

In order to breathe, I clung to the sides of her posterior, to maintain a slight distance between my face and her buttocks. This time, my tongue not only covered Moira’s sex, but also her anal area. In doing so, my goddess, leaning slightly forward, masturbated me more and more frantically. I don’t know how many minutes passed. But, after a while, the gasping of Moira turned into raucous shouts of pleasure.

Spreading all over my body, all flooded with sweat, Moira began to lick my face again, as if to soak up all her fluids, before licking my tongue greedily. Then, slowly descending, her tongue tasted my breasts again, firmer than ever, before getting drunk from my belly, still wet with passion, to lead to my sex.

My unshaved sex was all wet. Lying on her stomach, her head between my thighs, Moira began to lick me with an ardour I had never felt before! Soon, her lips alternated with kisses and increasingly loud sucking sounds. I was drunk with pleasure! I swear to you, Lucy, I had never felt such dizziness of sensations. I thought I would explode with joy! After about ten minutes, I felt a hot flow from between my legs. I was like an erupting volcano. Immediately, Moira swallowed the liquid from my sex as best she could. When her mouth was full enough, she immediately went up to my face to pour it into my mouth and kissed me every time with her tongue.

This movement of coming and going from my sex to my face was for me like a true musical offering that Bach probably would not have disavowed. Towards the end, Moira moistened my tongue with her saliva a few times, so that we could taste it together.

Shortly afterwards, Moira stretched out on my left leg, inviting me at the same time to spread out the other leg and began masturbating again. Immediately, I did the same with my right hand. The sensation of our fingers moving with more and more frenzy in our vaginal cavities, hot and soaked with our intimate fluids, without forgetting the jerky sound of our movements and the passionate kisses that we exchanged we plunged into a new orgasm! I had never experienced so much pleasure until I met this woman, Lucy! Even in my wildest dreams, when I masturbated at home, I would not have dared to imagine such love fervor.

After several minutes of such happiness, having taken our breath, Moira stretched out on her stomach, her legs slightly spread, giving herself small blows on the buttocks. Instinctively understanding her invitation - and what an invitation! - I began greedily licking this pair of full, firm and supple buttocks.

Then, Mora spread her legs a little more, letting me glimpse her anal cavity. Unable to bear it, I plunged my head into this feast which was offered to me so generously. At that time there was no room for any inhibition. While I was enjoying myself licking the inside of this warm cave, I pressed more and more forcefully these two masses of dark flesh, stretching them slightly, then pressing them against my face while sweating, as if to give me a massage. Through this quintessence of pure happiness, I could hear, though stifled, the gasping of pleasure emitted by Moira.

Very soon these noises became more and more guttural, culminating in vast sighs and convulsive laughter. For my part, Moira’s pleasure was so contagious that I lost my mind, too. Resting on her back, Moira invited me to join her. Lying on her, I could soak up her sweat, while embracing her with passion.

After about a short fifteen minutes break, Moira asked me if I wanted to try something a little more athletic. At the time, I was a little hesitant, not knowing what to expect. Immediately, Moira, still lying on her back, came to replace herself in the middle of her bed, equipped with her pillow.

Once her her head placed on her pillow, she invited me to lie down, belly against her, in the inverted position. So, we had our sex offered to each other. Except that, to put some spice, Moira came to cross her legs on my neck, to accentuate the pressure of my head against her sex.

On her side, my lover gripped me firmly, with the help of her two hands, on my lower back. Not having the endurance of Moira, I admit that I found this position a little uncomfortable. On the other hand, having that constant pressure on my neck, thanks to Moira’s athlete legs, increased the pleasure so much!

Thus, we enjoyed sex with each other like never before! I could feel not only the tongue, but the whole face of Moira immersed in my sex, and vice versa, with such vigor, that I believe I had two consecutive orgasms. I don’t know how long we held it together like that. But it was so good!

-So, it was an athletic version of the good ol’ 69!

- Um? Yes.

Filled with pleasure and tender passion, Moira lay beside me. Now turned towards each other, we kissed for a long time. We would have liked to s**l**e**e**p together, but time passed and Moira didn’t want her roommate to surprise us in bed together. Not that she was a prude. But, let’s say that when you share a room with someone, it is always better to respect some basic rules, in order to maintain a good agreement. Subsequently, we became frequent lovers, even running risks on some occasions.

Unfortunately for me, by the end of the term, Moira had obtained an offer from another university, which offered her better training conditions and the possibility of taking more interesting internships, given her field of study. We eventually lost sight of each other. However, her memory never left me.

After that, I met Matthew, my ex-husband. We used to run into each other when we went to eat in the cafeteria at the university. We started chatting. Then, one thing led to another, we fell in love. When we finished our studies, we got married. Matthew was always very good to me and our c**h**i**l**d********n during our marriage. We worked very hard to give them the best possible future. Our whole life was about our work and our family.

When the g**i**r**l**s left the nest, Matthew and I realized that we had become almost strangers to each other. We had virtually nothing more to say to each other. We made the mistake of never really leaving room for our life as a couple. It was then that we agreed that the best solution was to separate.

However, we have always remained on good terms. Even though we were separated, Matthew and I always retained a deep affection for each other. We met a few times, during which we chatted, taking news of each other. We even had a coffee in town once. You don’t just snap your fingers and erase years of marital happiness.

- Do you still love him?

- I would no longer call it love. Rather, the love that once united us gave way to deep tenderness. It is like a burning fire that, instead of extinguishing itself, has turned into a soft flame.

I’m ashamed to say it. But often, when I have the blues, I think more about Moira than my ex-husband, despite all the affection I still have for him. I don’t know why I told you the whole story, Lucy. you’re the first person I’ve told it to. I have never discussed this before, not with my husband, not with my daughters, not with my family or friends.

- I understand very well, Stephie. And I thank you for the trust you place in me. But, like I said, there’s really nothing to be ashamed of.

- Going back to the story of my intimate relationship with Moira, I don’t know if I’m wrong. But you looked excited, Lucy!

- And I am, Stephie! Honestly, your story literally turned me on!!! In fact, I would like to make love with you.

- You mean now?

- Yess!!! I hope you’re not expecting anyone.

- No. But just to be safe, I’m going to lock the door anyway.

- Now, if it doesn’t bother you too much, can you put on the pretty floral dress and the wreath of flowers that you wore when I saw you with your friend, Tuesday, earlier?

- Of course. I think we’d be more comfortable in your bedroom.

- Sure. Follow me.

- Huuuummmm! Very cozy.

- Thank you, Lucy. Wait!

- What?

- I know my request will sound silly to you, but would you mind changing out of my room?

- Why? Oh, I see. You like surprise effects. You’re a real little vixen, Stephie. No problem. I’ll change in the hallway. Do you want me to close the door and knock before I go in?

- Please do, if you don’t mind.

- My pleasure, Milady!

Knock-knock!

- Yes? Who is it?

- Excuse me, Miss. I was picking some flowers for my mum and I think that I got lost. May I come in?

- Aaaaawwww, poor little kitten! Of course. It’s open. You can come in.

- Thank you.

- Oh, What a lovely dress! Did your mother sew it for you?

- No, Madam. I sew it myself. My family is very poor and I made my dress with what I could find. Because I didn’t have a lot of fabric, it was the best I could do.

- You’re very good. I’d like to take a closer look.

- Of course, Madam.

- You’re ravishing in this dress.

- Thank you, Madam.

- I like the floral motives you choosed. Can I touch it?

- Please do. Madam.

- You’re a lovely girl. I like your skin. It looks so soft. And your legs are beautiful! They’re firm and fleshy. Exactly as I like them! You look cold. Do you want me to warm you up a bit?

- Madam is too good.

- Huuummm! You smell deliciously good, too!

- Perhaps Madame would like to smell a little bit closer?

- If it doesn’t bother you too much. May I taste it, too?

- Madam does me too much honor.





- I wish I could be a part of this kind of little improvised staging one day. I can easily imagine you with a little c**h**i**l**d**i**s**h voice, during your lost little g**i**r**l act. You never invited me to play that funny game until now.

- It’s just that the opportunity never presented itself. Maybe some day, Sophie. Now, let me continue my story.
Stephie seemed literally fascinated by my legs.

- I understand her! Until now, I have never known anyone who remained indifferent in the face of such splendor! Even a pure and hard vegan would become a c**a**r**n**i**v**o****** in time to say it seeing the two splendors that carry you.

- Sophie!

- Oh, sorry.

- Thank you. As I was saying, Stephie seemed really fascinated by my legs and especially my thighs. I could see her breath speeding up as she caressed them.

Little by little, Stephie’s caresses turned into a massage. Her hands delicately spread my thighs, then closed them with a small dry movement. To see her thus, sitting on the edge of her bed, me standing before her, contemplating me, I let myself be conquered by the passion that seemed to take possession of her.

Unable to bear it, I plunged my hands into the soft mane of this lioness, ready to devour me, for my greatest delight. Placing my hands behind her neck, I invited her to bury her face between my thighs, which she did with great pleasure!

From then on, I felt Stephie’s tongue crawling through my thighs, licking them, sucking and biting gently. I wasn’t wearing panties at the time. Stephie must have noticed this quickly, for as she continued to lick my thighs, I felt her face rise towards my crotch. Spreading my legs a little more, Stephie gently pushed her index finger and middle finger into my vagina, already full of sap, and let them slide in a circular motion in my vaginal walls very gently.

And so, I was beating my lips in front of so much attention. I then took her fingers and put them in her mouth, so that she would gorge herself with this delicious and warm nectar. Stephie closed her eyes, as if to better absorb this delicate flavor. Immediately, I grabbed Stephie’s hand and invited her to repeat the same ballet.

After she made the same swing with her fingers, I took up her hand, except this time I smeared her face with my royal jelly. New pleasure! Stephie closed her eyes again. Her chest was rising faster and faster.

After a few occasions of this sweet return between my intimate cave and Stephie’s face, I leaned over to my lover and licked her face without the slightest restraint. With each lick, my tongue was impregnated not only with this liquid which emanated from the deepest of me, but from every contour of this sweet face. Her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her forehead became as many landscapes to travel, like a gastronomic journey.

When my lips reached Stephie’s mouth, her lips opened slightly, allowing her tongue to be seen, which seemed to be longing for mine. Unable to resist such a call, I opened Stephie’s mouth wide open with my lips. From then on, I felt Stephie’s tongue hovering around mine, sucking it, then continuing her pilgrimage by frantically licking the inner walls of my mouth, before returning to my tongue, to taste it with more ardour.

As we pursued this sweet odyssey in each other’s mouths, I sat next to Stephie. Sticked against her, I opened her shirt, revealing a pair of breathtaking breasts! To see these two beautiful melons slightly tanned, firm, inflate and lower with each breath of their owner makes me capsize of desire.

Regrettably abandoning this warm mouth and after having tasted the saliva that lodged there a few times, my mouth slowly descended, kissing to the support, towards these two hills full of life, rising and descending at an increasingly fast pace. When I reached my destination, I thrust my face into the slit of these two delights of flesh. I then felt, once again, all the comforting warmth of this ultimate expression of the woman.

When I was done unbuttoning Stephie’s shirt, I took off her bra. Thus, freed from their shackles, Stephie’s breasts offered themselves to my sight in all their brightness. Unable to take it any more, I greedily sucked her magnificent nipples with a pleasure that was more and more intense and more and more sonorous. This time I heard Stephie’s first pleasurable moans!

After taking off my wreath of flowers and my short dress in a flash, Stephie began to frantically lick my breasts, belly, armpits. More and more excited, I opened the pants of this woman who made me literally mad with desire, after she had removed her boots and socks. My lover’s panties were already all wet with dew! A large grey spot appeared on the front and between her thighs.

This time, Stephie took the initiative. Inviting me with a slight push of my hand to lie down on her bed, my lover took off her panties and made me smell them and taste all the splendor. She made me lick it and suck it without the slightest restraint.

Pushing me gently towards the middle of the bed, Stephie came to stick against me, in the inverted position. The head buried against each other’s sex, it was a real feast that began. From then on, it was a real concert of licking and sucking noises that made chorus in this bridal room. Stephie continued her feast to my anus, which I offered to her great pleasure and mine. Immediately, I did the same. New flavor, new feast.

And it was at that moment that I felt a slight liquid trickle flowing out of my vagina. Stephie noticed it almost immediately, because straight after, she hurried to savor the warm liquid greedily. She had become a true tigress! I could easily feel her tongue insert into my slit and rake every nook and cranny to absorb every drop.

After a few minutes, during which we took our breath, with our head gently buried between our thighs, I took the opportunity to make a small massage on each side of Stephie’s head with the help of my thighs. My lover seemed to appreciate this delicacy on my part, for I felt her head follow the same movement as my legs. For my part, the only contact of the beautiful, soft, warm and silky hair of this woman between my thighs gave me the energy I needed to continue our loving ballet.

- Kinetics and tribology serve orgasm. Physics opens definitively a lot of doors, right, Lucy? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!

- Shut up!

- Yes, Ma’am.

- After getting rid of that gentle embrace, I turned Stephie on her back. Kneeling in front of my partner, after spreading her legs, I will gently insert my right hand into her vagina, moving my fingers slightly upwards. Again, seeing the look of this wonderful woman, I immediately understood that my gesture aroused her more and more. Continuing on with my momentum, I continued to gently push my hand into this hot, damp hole until it was no longer visible. Then I pulled it out and pushed it back again, in a moving back and forth more and more rapidly, while I placed her left leg on my shoulder, to get better stability. As the pace accelerated, Stephanie began to breathe more and more loudly.

- Flack-flack-flack! I love that sound. And that’s not counting the viscous fluid that coats the whole hand. I hope at least you tasted it and made Stephanie taste it.
-
Of course, Sophie. I’m not that selfish. After several minutes, the sighs and groans of Stephie turned into true cries of joy. Her whole body was participating in this festival. Her pelvis was rising and sinking faster and faster as I stepped up!

To see this magnificent body in prey to such a frenzy was literally contaminating me! In my turn, I was breathing faster and faster, almost losing my breath! You should have seen us. Two bodies in prey to the same ecstasy, covered with sweat, smiling and shedding tears of intense joy, like two bacchantes in trance. I still see Stephie’s face, turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth wide open, licking her lips convulsively, pushing orgasmic moans profusely.

Towards the end, my hand was all flooded with this sweet elixir which flowed generously on the sheet. When Stephanie began to calm down again, with a smile on her lips, I poured myself on the lips of this divine nectar, still warm, and poured it on my lover’s belly, breasts and face, who did not ask to be greedily fed. In turn, I began to lick and suck off all the areas I had smeared, in addition to smearing my face, so that Stephie could enjoy it directly on me, for my greatest happiness. Lying on my lover’s belly, I amused myself by whispering sweet words to her, sometimes making her laugh, then chewing and sucking her ears gently.





- You like surprises, aren’t you, Stephie?

- Of course, Lucy. What else, this time?

- Let me show you. Just relax.





Putting myself back to the fork on Stephie’s pelvis, legs on either side of her extended right leg, I put her left leg back on my shoulder, and then sticked our two sexes together. At first, slowly, I began a gentle back-and-forth movement. Just to see again this smooth belly, these whole breasts shudder with each convulsion that I printed with the help of my whole body made the volcano that had momentarily drowsed in me.

As soon as I heard a new series of pure drunken rattles, I knew I had the green light again! Then I made more and more powerful and jerky movements. Our two pelvises soon formed one body in ecstasy, dripping with sweat. Five minutes, ten minutes passed. I don’t know anymore. I had completely lost the notion of time. Never mind! In my turn, I made cries of unbridled enjoyment to make the walls tremble. And again, this sweet ambrosia that escaped from our sexes united in the same pleasure.

Soon, I closed my eyes, letting myself be guided by my own movement, as a rudder. Then came the ultimate enjoyment. Cries in unison. After this sweet eruption, I let myself fall heavily and stupidly on Stephie’s body, not even caring if I had h**u**r**t her. Fortunately, not. In any event, as she was, I don’t think she would have even noticed. Stephie and I then took a long break again, time to catch our breath, while continuing to kiss each other languorously, to embrace each other, to caress each other slowly and tenderly, sticked to each other, the gaze of one enjoying the rapture expressed by the gaze of the other.

Feeling again the ardour of Stephie by the intensity of her kisses, I let myself go to her initiatives. My beloved lover then enjoined me to get on all fours on the bed, legs spread apart, the body leaning forward. Immediately understanding my partner’s intention, I spread my buttocks, to allow her better access to my orifice.

- Good ol’ sweaty rim job.

- Sophie, do you want to keep telling the story for me?

- As I said, after a few seconds, I felt, with rapture, the warm tongue of my lover slowly and meticulously the slit of my buttocks. Stephie gently pulled my cheeks away from her hands and softly twirled her tongue around my anus, before swallowing the tip and kissing it lasciviously. Just to feel the sweaty face of this woman lodge and move more and more frantically between my buttocks, to hear her breath dampened by my buttocks well in flesh, to make me caress convulsively by this all-wet hair while she fingered me excited me to the highest point! After an indeterminate period of time, I began to shout more and more jerky joys, with my eyes closed.

Soon, my pleasurable moans turned into guttural sounds. The movements of Stephie’s head and the sounds produced by her kisses, sucking and breathing faster and faster flooded me with an unparalleled intoxication! After several minutes of this divine ecstasy, I let myself fall down on the mattress, slightly exhausted, but not yet completely full.

Immediately, Stephie kissed me and licked my back until she reached my face. Turning to such a feverish lover, our two tongues sought each other out to the point of bending around each other in a sweet ballet. Then I asked Stephie to lie down upon me. When I had laid down, I asked her to spit in my mouth.





- Are you sure that’s you want?

- Yes, Stephie. I want to feel your warm saliva, dripping on my tongue to the bottom of my throat.





At first surprised and reluctant to such an unexpected request on my part, Stephie executed herself, at first timidly. Then, at the insistence of my gaze, which demanded more, Stephie let go and let out long nets, warm, whitish and slightly viscous, always on my tongue, which hastened each time to savour all its effects, before swallowing it greedily.

After several minutes of these intimate libations, seeing that my lover seemed to become more and more uninhibited and take pleasure in this little game, I extended myself in turn on her and resumed the same ritual, first sparingly, then with more and more going. To help her relax, I advised Stephie to simply close her eyes and savor every moment of this intimate exchange between two women animated by the same passion and the same love. Calmly seizing my partner, I invited her to lie down beside me, our two heads on the pillows, huddled warmly against each other.

Thank God I still had enough energy left to soak up this sublime woman lying right next to me. While smiling, I invited Stephie to lie on me, back against belly. Then, as my left hand grabbed her breast on the same side, my right hand, index finger and middle finger slightly pressed into the vaginal cavity, imprinted circular movements more and more rapidly on Stephie’s vulva.

Soon, Stephie’s face, turned towards mine, took on an expression and colours that indicated to me all the pleasure I gave her. I saw Stephie’s eyes half closed, eyelids quivering. Her mouth, at first half-open, opened wider, her tongue moistening her lips. I felt the warm breath of my lover speeding up to a crazy pace. Her face, contorted by ecstasy, gave way to a wide smile. Soon, as the movement of my hand accelerated, the long-awaited pleasurable groans came out of this immaculate mouth.

As I felt Stephie’s orgasm about to arrive, our tongues met again. Our mouths devoured each other. Then the hot nectar began to burst out again from between Stephanie’s legs. Even as a ritual, I generously dipped my fingers into this warm spring and plunged them alternately into her mouth, which greedily demanded some, then into mine, which had the same appetite.

- One spoonful for Mummy, ... Heyyy!!! You can’t h**i**t me, even with a cushion!

- Finally filled with such shared happiness, we finally fell asleep, huddled together. When I woke up, it was already the middle of the afternoon. I felt a delicious sensation. As I opened my eyes, I saw Stephie giving me a cunnilingus. I looked at her with a smile full of tenderness. It was like a lesbian version of S**l**e**e**p**i**n**g Beauty. Go to Hell, Walt Disney!

After several minutes, I closed my eyes again, invaded by the sweet sensation of the tongue of Stephie enjoying my private parts. Far from getting tired of this sensation unlike any other, I began to caress the warm mane of this lioness who feasted joyfully and with more and more vigor between my thighs. Then, new sighs. From my mouth wide open, sound gasping was pouring with more and more f**o**r**c**e. Soon, my pelvis rose. With the arched back, I thrust the face of this insatiable lover into me, increasing her pleasure.
Once my pelvis returned to the mattress, I grabbed Stephie’s head, in order to share the remnants of her feast by licking this delighted face, still coated with my intimate secretions. In doing so, she took the opportunity to reciprocate me by licking me in turn. Then we kissed each other full-mouth, our tongues enjoying each other’s mouths. Fortunately, I was not working that day.

We went for a shower together. To see again this splendid woman’s body has restored to me the taste of an ultimate pleasure. While I was soaping Stephie’s firm, full tits, she kept leaning on me. Immediately, our two tongues came together, always with the same pleasure.

A few minutes later, I felt, with rapture, the fingers of my lover searching my vaginal cavity. Unable to refuse me such an initiative, I did the same with her. With the deliciously hot water flowing over our bodies, the ecstasy was increased tenfold.

Removing her fingers from my vagina, Stephie imprinted a gentle movement on my shoulder, making me kneel, then sticked my face against her sex. After several minutes, the cunnilingus that I made her almost screamed of enjoyment.

As soon as I got up, Stephie in turn kneeled down, resting my right leg on her shoulder, thus promoting a better opening of my crotch and enjoying the feast that was offered. For more stability, I pressed my left hand against the shower wall, while the other hand pressed Stephie’s beautiful round head between my thighs. To feel this expert, warm and lively tongue lodged in my intimate cavity pushed me to orgasm at least twice! Soon, in the shower, one heard only hoarse sighs, groans and orgasmic cries.

Then, as she suggested, Stephie drove me home. After a long, wet, passionate kiss, during which I took the opportunity to massage again this beautiful pair of breasts, so firm and voluptuous, after having detached some buttons from her shirt and at the risk of surprising us by importunate people, we exchanged our phone numbers. We called each other and sent text messages often.

- Are you in love with her?

- I’m not quite sure. Yes, I think so. Two weeks ago, Stephie sent me a text message, in which she told me that the eldest of her two daughters, the one who is the lawyer, was expecting. A little boy. This is her first c**h**i**l**d. Her daughter plans to call him Abélard. Stephie seemed so happy.


- For good reasons! I’m sure Stephie will make a lovely grandmother. It’s funny how the old names have been coming back for a few years. Before, when we heard such and such a name, we thought that it was so much uncle or auntie. It remains only to hope that Abélard later meets his Héloïse. But not quite in the same conditions as the famous letter-writers! Ha-ha-ha!

- No, indeed.

- I’m eager to meet Stephie.

- I’m sure you will like her. She’s so adorable!

- Did you turn the thermostat down?

- No. Why? Are you cold?

- A little bit.

- You’re trembling! Are you sure you’re okay?

- I’ll be fine. Thank you, Lucy. I suddenly think of Ingrid. Ever since she left us, especially in the deplorable conditions you know, I can’t help but think of her. I know it’s silly to say. But it’s when someone you care about leaves you suddenly that you realize how much you miss her.

- I know. We all miss her. For anyone who has had the patience to cross the protective barriers she has erected between herself and the world, everyone has seen how admirable, adorable, funny, intelligent and charming our Ingrid is. And a very gifted poet!

But vulnerable, too. The vulnerability of those who have s**u**f**f**e**r**d greatly and who have often been deceived by unscrupulous people. Ingrid was not the kind of woman to give herself up easily. There was always a mystery hanging around her.

The important thing is that she knows that she has friends who will always be loyal to her. Friends who will always have a place for her engraved in their hearts: us, her little family. And I think she felt it very well. All I can wish for her is that she can finally find the happiness and the peace of the soul she’s been so searching for, with the person she loves. Man or woman. Whatever!

And I think of Sarah. A little before the holidays, she told me that Art had invited her home to celebrate Christmas with his wife and family. When she shared this news with me, she seemed so happy! She even told me that Art had adopted her. When I heard her talk like that, I literally had tears in my eyes. I didn’t know how lonely she could be. If Art was able to bring her the happiness she so richly deserves, it makes me happy too. And I’m sure it’s the same for you, Sophie.

- No doubt about it!

- As for Fumiko, even if she hasn’t given her news since my house warming party, I wish her all the happiness she could, too. Whether she is with us or not, she will always have a loving family to care for her and keep her in her thoughts.

As for you, Ingrid, wherever you are and whatever you do, may God be always with you!!! We love you so much and will always love you. Just with us, you’ll never be alone. And that’s not to mention the many encounters that will dot your life. Not all of them will necessarily bring you the happiness that you deserve so much. But, some of them will certainly bring you the balm you need.

I fell into the hand of your art, I gave myself like a delicate flower
To the gardener of love.

I found myself losing you, sliding on your skin,
Wriggling around every corner, impregnating me with your sweat,
Bathing my skin in the warm waters of your body.

- … And I was your wife from the night until dawn.

Dawn that found me drunk with passion, because
The fire that you lit with your kisses, did not d**i**e.

Dawn. I love so much this poem. Of all the poetry our Ingrid has published, this poem is one of my favorites. This writing is so moving in its simplicity. Just thinking her absence makes me slightly nauseous.

- Do you want me to walk you to the bathroom?

- No. Thanks’ again, Lucy. It won’t be necessary. You’re very kind. I’d like us to go to your bedroom.

- You want to make love?

- I don’t know. It doesn’t matter for me, now. At least, I’d just like to snuggle up with each other.

- I understand. Come on. Give me your hand...





As a musical complement to this short story, allow me to offer you three short pieces, which you can find on YouTube channel. The first is Drifting, by Jimi Hendrix, which I mentioned at the beginning of my text.

In my opinion, Jimi Hendrix was not only an extremely talented artist, but also and above all an outstanding melodist. When I have the blues, I often enjoy listening this song, so moving, as Little Wing and Castles made of Sand. This song is like a therapy for me.

The first version I propose you is the one performed by Jimi Hendrix and his musicians, in studio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YHC0T9oo70). The second is a «live» version interpreted by an American guitarist and singer that I like very much, Eric Johnson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f9SkpVizCY).

The last piece can be heard as a musical extension of this story. This choice was inspired by Ingrid. I believe that anyone who has had the pleasure and the privilege of knowing her will understand why I chose this piece. It’s a transposition for harp guitar of a Coldplay classic, The Scientist, by a Canadian finger style guitarist whom I admire greatly and I’ve been lucky enough to see three times on stage, Calum Graham (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbKBRZ28D1E). Enjoy! Love you all!