Fire, Pt II (an exploration of womanhood)
Foreword: This is part two of the story, if you have not read part one it may seem a little disjointed.
Lying face-to-face the two girls looked into each others eyes, hardly moving save to explore the others face and to make a slight smile from time to time. They had been wrapped in each others arms for some time since their climax had subsided; they wallowed in the warmth of the other and the tender touch that they were experiencing together.
Claire was gently toying with Jennie's breasts, running her fingers lightly over her nipples and in sweeping movements over the rest of her smooth cup. She felt hugely contented and stunningly alive. She had never before felt another girls breasts, not even for fun, but this felt natural and beautiful. The experience she had just had seemed distant and yet closer than anything before. She felt none of the shame or awkwardness that she sometimes felt after sex and could see from the calmness in Jennie's face that that was how she felt too. In fact, she felt anything but shameful or awkward.
Her palm pressed against Jennie's soft breast, covering it completely and she looked away from her friends' eyes to gaze upon what she was touching. The fire in the log cabin, though now down to embers, was still dancing on the pale skin that her hand rested upon. Jennie's other nipple stood to attention and her bosom raised only slightly from her chest. Beyond her breasts, Jennie's smooth body curved tantalizingly over her hips, and her long legs fell away into the shadows, intertwined with her own.
Jennie looked in wonder at Claire's face, watching Claire's eyes pass over her body. She felt her nipples stiffen further as her friends' gaze passed over them. Claire's head tilted slightly and Jennie could tell that she was trying to see between both their legs but she did not move as the warmth of her friend would be lost and the spell would be broken.
She had always thought, when she had fantasised about making love to another woman, that she would feel in some way dirty when the deed was done; that as soon as it was over she would want to dressed, to have a shower or just to leave. This night had taught her much she thought to herself and smiled.
Claire's hand traced its way slowly down from Jennie's breast, over her rib cage and down to her soft belly. She turned it and continued moving it down until it pressed between Jennie's legs and came to rest over her sex. She didn't move it and instinctively Jennie knew that she would not. It was not yet the time to have sex again, though she knew that they would that night; now was the time just to lay still in each others arms.
"Do you like that?" Claire said.
"I like everything tonight." Replied Jennie softly.
"You're gorgeous." Claire said, still looking at Jennie's body.
"Have I turned you then?" said Jennie in mock surprise.
"Just on." Claire whispered and they fell silent again.
Jennie smiled broadly, the touch of her friends hand between her legs making her feel comforted and lovingly held. She leant her head back and in the corner of her eye saw the fire, the white deep-pile rug that she lay on and the book lying on it, she giggled softly.
"What?" said Claire.
"I was looking at you earlier, before you took my breath away, when you had just finished your shower. I had that book in my hand in case you looked round, but really I was looking at you." She admitted.
"So, when you were in the kitchen, you were thinking about me?" Claire said suggestively, tying to find out more about Jennie's thoughts, before she had made them plain enough.
"No. Sorry, I had forgotten about you and was fantasising when you caught me." Jennie teasingly responded, then added, "I still feel stupid about it."
"Don't, you caught me watching you and I was touching myself too, so who should feel stupid?"
"Neither of us" Jennie replied resolutely and the two girls kissed and hugged each other tightly.
Some time passed, their bodies still pressed tightly against one another but the fire was now burning out and the window that had been opened hours ago had already let a chill into the room.
Jennie eventually decided that it was time to move and reluctantly broke their embrace. Her legs, so warm wrapped in Claire's, suddenly felt the chill breeze against them and the hairs on her arms stood on end. Claire let her rise with a soft displeased sigh and slumped back on the rug naked whilst Jennie pulled on her woollen jumper and crossed the room to close the window.
She then set about lighting the fire once again. It was not yet out so by exposing the embers she could re-kindle the flame and soon she was placing large pine logs on it once more and the light and heat in the room was growing.
She turned to look at her friend, lying in a foetal position on the rug. Sitting cross-legged on the rug she examined Claire's shape as she lay there in the firelight. Thought's of her aunt came back to her, but she no longer had that memory to dwell upon and instead she remembered Claire's soft fingers pushing inside of her and her own hands exploring another woman's vagina. She pictured Claire on top of her, her head tilted back as she reached her orgasm, and she thought of her own body pushing up and pressing against Claire as her climax came.
Her loins tingled slightly as the thoughts went through her. "What have we done?" She thought to herself and smiled. "It was better than I fantasised about" her inner self told her, ".. so warm, so soft, so beautiful. A man could never feel like that, never touch like that, never kiss like that or cum like that or make me cum like that."
She was getting carried away with herself and began to feel aroused once again. She looked down on Claire's naked body and let her eyes drift over her shoulder and down her back to her bum. The desire to touch this woman again rose in her; to let her hands roll over her soft bottom and to kiss her nipples softly. She wanted to climb inside of her friend and to be swallowed by Claire's kiss; to make her reach the stars in their passion, and to follow her and open herself fully to the majesty of their lovemaking.
As if sensing what was happening Claire looked up at Jennie and smiled.
"You like to watch don't you?" she said mischievously.
"I like to watch you" came the soft reply.
"You do? " Said Claire, and she trailed off.
Claire's leg lifted slightly and she lifted one arm to expose her breast to Jennie. Slowly she lifted a finger to her mouth and sucked it, then ran it down her neck and onto her breast. Her shoulder tilted back and she slowly rolled over onto her back still touching her breasts. She was facing away from Jennie with her head nearest to her and with one leg bent upwards, resting on her foot. She arched her back and brought her other hand up to her breast. Slowly she circled her nipples, caressing them, knowing that Jennie was watching. Further away from her soft breasts Jennie could make out her beautiful belly; the ravine between her legs, and her slender legs beyond that. The firelight made her look like an English pagan princess, lying on perfectly white sheep skins. God, she looked amazing.
Claire sighed and Jennie could tell that she was getting aroused by what she was doing and the attention she was receiving for it. She was still playing with both breasts and had begun to gyrate her hips ever so slowly. Her propped up leg began to fall slowly open and the other was spreading into a comfortable position for her movements. Jennie watched Claire's hand move down her body and between her legs feeling a wave of pleasure from within her own body. Claire's breathing became slow and regular and she toyed with one breast with her hand while she gently played with herself with the other.
Jennie reached down between her own legs and began to stroke the sides of her womanhood. Her breathing too became slightly deep but she did not make a sound as she wanted to listen to Claire's sighs of pleasure as she played with herself.
For Jennie's pleasure, Claire bucked her hips up quickly and Jennie could see her fingers touching her clit through the flames dancing on her naked flesh. Her hips gyrated and thrust slightly as she touched herself, back arched, bottom pushed up in the air and into the firelight. Claire's mouth opened as she slid one finger into herself and she grabbed at her breast with the other hand.
Jennie, for no reason that she could make out at that second, suddenly jumped up and ran into the kitchen. She stood next to the sink, both hands upon it, leaning forward and panting. She was so overwhelmed by the erotic scene that she had just witnessed; so utterly turned on and incredibly horny, that she just had to leave.
Claire stopped what she was doing and followed Jennie into the kitchen. She knew that her friend had not freaked out like before, but thought she may not have got turned on by watching another women play with herself. She said nothing and let her eyes adjust to the room.
As they did, she saw Jennie leaning against the sink. Her woollen jumper, oversized and thick, covered her bottom when she stood up straight. Bent over as she now was however, it showed off Jennie's small and firm bottom and her long shapely legs underneath. She was still incredibly turned on but she simply leant against a table and waited for her friend to speak.
"That was so erotic" said Jennie after a pause, "I'm sorry, I had to leave or I would have jumped on you."
Claire, relieved and horny, still said nothing but walked over to Jennie and placed one hand on her bottom. Slowly, she moved her naked body forward so that her public hair rested against her friends bum and moved the hand round until it pressed between Jennie's legs. Her other hand felt along the side of Jennie's hip and up until it reached the bottom of her breast and she pressed the rest of her body against Jennie's back as her fingers began to explore Jennie's public mound. Jennie's head went back and she sighed as Claire pushed one finger in between her folds. She stretched her head back, turning her mouth towards her friend behind her, and Claire kissed her lovingly on the lips.
Claire's middle finger penetrated Jennie and her other hand moved up over Jennie's breast under the jumper. Jennie still clutched the sink with both hands as her friend played with her, taking her from behind. Claire lifted one of her own legs and gently used it to first spread Jennies out a little and then caress up and down one of them.
Jennie started to breath deeply as Claire's fingers gently caressed her outer labia and the surrounding area. Claire was exploring, touching her friend as she had touched the first boy she had ever had sex with. The newness of her feelings for Jennie and her attraction to another girls private parts made her explorations all the more tender than the seasoned lover. The softness of Jennie's bottom against her pelvis and the breast between her fingers made her feel almost like a man. She moved her hand from the delicious folds between Jennie's legs, around her hip and back in again; so that she was not fingering Jennie from the front, but from the back, underneath her bottom. Jennie's tilted her head forward and closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings coursing through her. She pushed her bum out further and spread her legs more so that Claire could touch all of her sex.
Claire slowly rolled her pubic mound over Jennie's bum, pressing it against one cheek and then the other. Lovingly she leant forward and pressed her breasts against her friends back. One of her hands was still exploring Jennie's breast as Jennie leant forward; as it became free from her chest it bounced within Claire's cupped hand like a babies bottom. Claire pushed two fingers into Jennie and Jennie sighed and pushed her groin against Claire's hand.
Her breathing was getting more intense and again she leant further forward, spreading her legs for Claire's fingers to penetrate. Claire backed off and looked down at her friend, the soft curve of her bottom and the pert mound of her womanhood. She watched her own fingers sliding into Jennie and listened to the pleasure that she was giving her best friend. She bent down and gently bit one of Jennie's bum cheeks, then kissed it all over before moving on to the other. The hand that had been playing with Jennie's breast moved down and touched Jennie's clitoris; she was playing with Jennie's sex from both the front and the back with both hands.
Jennie was breathing ever more deeply, absorbed in her friends caress; her head now rested on her hands, legs apart, motionless except for a slight pelvic thrust. The feelings coursing through her were telling her that she was going to cum soon. Her breathing was getting ever heavier by the minute as her friend pleasured her with both hands and gently kissed her bum. The thought of what was happening to her, what Claire could see and was touching brought her ever closer to her orgasm. Perhaps it was the secret exhibitionist in her; the fact that it was another woman, or the eroticism of the moment, but she had never felt like exposing so much of herself to another person and as if to iterate the point she let her head drop between her arms, pushing even more of her womanhood up to the loving touch.
Claire slowly pushed three fingers into Jennie and pulled them out. She positioned them in front of her own vagina as if to imitate a mans penis and began to push her hips with them as she entered Jennie from behind. Increasing in speed she placed one hand on Jennie's bottom and thrust herself in. With each movement in, her hips touched Jennie's bum and her little finger splayed to press over Jennie's clitoris. As she quickened her thrusting, her other hand moved round to hold Jennie's hip and abdomen and she pivoted against it, into her friend.
Soon Jennie was close to no return. She was sighing loudly, completely engulfed by the feelings within her. She felt it begin to boil, a deep and wonderful feeling in her legs. They were rapidly turning to jelly and she thought she would collapse as the orgasm started in her. She leant back and pushed on her hands in an effort to stand upright and as she did Claire's hand moved around to the front and immediately back into her soaking pussy. She stood up fully and leant back against Claire, feeling Claire kiss her neck whilst her other hand reached up for her breast. Her legs bent open and Claire thrust two fingers into her. Her orgasm continued to rise, slowly and steadily it took over her breathing and thinking. Her abdomen spasmed at the force of a wave of pleasure running through her. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed; her back arched and her mouth opened forcefully; and with a sudden overbearing jolt the climax came sending shudders running through every cell in her body. She quivered and shook and Claire hung onto her as best she could. Her body went ridged in Claire's arms and her vagina pulsated on her fingers. Claire continued to thrust her fingers into Jennie and the climax continued to rise in her. Her long exhalation turned from a silent powerful breath to a long high-pitched scream as the waves of pleasure took hold of her. She thrust her hips violently against Claire's hand and threw her head back so their faces touched against each other. Claire could see beads of sweat on Jennie's brow and her face contorted in pleasure; and she continued to bring Jennie off for as long as she could.
At last Jennie's orgasm subsided and Claire was able to position herself so that she was not falling over. She was practically holding her spent best friend up and was finding it hard to do so. She gently moved around to the front of Jennie, still supporting her and smiling into her closed eyes. Their lips met and Jennie's hand touched Claire's bottom and stroked it lovingly. Jennie's hips were still gyrating slowly as if she was still feeling the orgasm run out of her and Claire placed one of her legs between her friends until her thigh pressed against the soft and damp cradle of her sex. She continued to place delicate kisses on her friends lips and hold her under the arm to stop her falling over.
Jennie opened her eyes and smiled at Claire, then kissed her passionately and deeply. Her hand felt round Claire's side and pressed against her vagina. They kissed again and Claire reached up, slowly lifting Jennie's jumper so that her bare breasts were showing. She pressed her own against her friends and rested her head on Jennie's shoulder. Jennie's breathing was deep and sounded fulfilled and for the first time that night, Jennie thought of going to bed.
The end.
I hope you enjoyed this and a big thanks to all of you who responded to part 1. Sorry that I have not replied to you all, but your comments were greatly appreciated and I am overwhelmed. It makes all this 'hard work' worthwhile ;-)
Please let me know if you have enjoyed this story and if you have any ideas of what Jennie and Claire might like to try next, they will be graciously received. If you wish, please contact me at im_not_feeling_myself@hotmail.com
Footnote: Fire Pt 1. was the first erotic story I submitted to Nifty. Thanks for this wonderful site Nifty.