How We Touch 2
How We Are Touched
The sun rose smiling the next morning to see the lovely young bodies of boys newly budding upon which it shone -- sprawled over a soft bed, tangled in their sleep together.
So delightful to his ancient eye they were that he could not resist kissing them, and slipped his light tenderly across their eyelids, but even this adoring kiss, gentle as it was, tickled the diaphanous membrane of the skin delicately curtaining their eyes. They blinked awake and turned their faces away from the sun and towards each other, and their faces glowed with the smiles that rose from their hearts.
"Do you know what day to day is?" Chrissie said, and did not wait for an answer. "It is the first of May, the day that happy lovers take their love outside to play. Let us obey and make love in the forest today."
"Is there a forest?"
"Don't you know it? Beyond the pond! I'll take you there. It's warm out. We can wear our sexy shorts and skimpy tops. Don't you want to go? It'll be fun."
"Wherever you're going, I'm going," Julian said, kissing Chrissie's neck.
Breakfast was honey yogurt and a croissant. They sat beside each other on high stools at the marble breakfast counter.
"Close your eyes and part your lips," Chrissie commanded. Julian obeyed. Chrissie dipped a pointed end of the fresh croissant into the cup of honey yogurt and carefully took a delicate bite. Then he put his lips to Julian's and touched his tongue with his, and with his tongue fed him the food he had first taken into his mouth. Together they chewed each morsel, and you could not have told the difference between chewing and kissing. And this was the way they ate their breakfast.
When they set out for the woods, Julian saw that Chrissie carried a brown leather shoulder bag.
"What's in there?" he asked.
"You'll see when the time comes," Chrissie answered shyly.
The sidewalks gave way to broken stone at the end of Chrissie's street and then there were only grassy paths stretching under newly leafed arching branches of old maple trees. The margins along the path, and the fields that rolled away from them into the distance were replete with blossoming May flowers; the air was perfumed with the soft scent of spring's early bloom. Overwhelmed by the grandeur of welcoming nature, the pretty boys walked slowly, holding hands and inebriated with desire for each other.
Soon the path took them into an umbrageous cavern that became a forest dappled by the checkered shade of branches letting in the sunlight only here and there. Chrissie took Julian's hand more firmly, and pointed, whispering, as if there were spirits within the forest that were not to be wakened, "That way."
They took the path he indicated and soon came out upon a verdant flower fecund field. The brightness of the colors dazzled them.
"Isn't it glorious!" Chrissie said.
"It's like a painting," Julian said.
Chrissie kissed Julian and lowered him to the ground as he did, and when Julian was prone, lifted his billowy blouse that only covered one shoulder and exposed his lovely chest. Touching his boy nipples, he bent his head and tenderly grazed the nubs with his tongue. Julian arched his back and swam within the centrifugal force of concentric circles of desire spinning inside him, and Chrissie took him to heaven.
"Do you like it, my sweet Julia, when I adore your nipples."
"I love it, Chrissie."
"Whose girl are you?"
"I am your girl, totally," Julia said and taking Chrissie by the wrists, forced her down on the soft grass and lowered her pumpkin-colored shorts and forest green panties and put her lips to Chrissie's stiffy, and beginning by kissing the tip soon had taken it all in her mouth, and then let it go and sucked on her sweet little chestnuts and was lost in bliss.
They giggled afterwards and then Julia asked, "Why did you bring a school bag?"
Chrissie smiled shyly as he opened the bag and took out a sketchpad.
He spent the next hour sketching Julian as a wood nymph, binding apple blossoms in his hair and bringing out his girlishness and naughtiness, imbuing him with an air of seductive innocence.
It was only once they were back home that she consented to show Julian the drawings along with many others that she had done. Julian was moved by the quality of them. He was naïve when it came to art, and all he could say was, "These are really good. They're better than things I've seen in magazines."
Chrissie blushed, and thanked him, but she was not capable of false modesty. She did not protest.
"That's what I want my career to be," she said. "I want to design sets for the theater and the movies, and to paint."
Julian looked at him with admiration. "You know what you want to do."
"Yes," Chrissie said, "and I'm going to do it, too."
"I don't know what I'm going to do `when I grow up'," Julian said, as if realizing it for the first time.
"I know what you're going to do right now," Chrissie said wickedly.
"What?" Julian said, although he did not need to because he already knew just by the look in Chrissie's eyes.
"You know. Come with me," she said taking his hand. "First," she said pulling him after her.
The shower was off the bedroom. It was a glassed-in chamber with grey slate walls and several showerheads, big enough for two.
The water beaded as it slid down their enticing bodies. They drew together and soaped each other and shampooed each other. Julian tried to kiss Chrissie and to caress her stiffening clitty-cock, but she held him back. He was surprised. She never before had done that.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, silly; don't be impatient. Now we dry each other off and I do your hair." Blowing it dry, she styled it so that it was soft, shaggy, and buoyant. "I love this blond streak, the way it falls over your eye. Do you know how sexy you are?" Chrissie added and kissed him, but pulled away before he could fully respond.
"Not yet, not until you are just the way I want you tonight."
She led him back into her dressing room and gave him a tiny pair of sheer and lacy silver bikini panties and a burgundy garter belt to put on. He fastened the belt and slid the panties up his long shapely legs.
"Lift your left leg," she said, and when Julian did she clasped a thin gold anklet around his slender ankle. Then she gave him a pair of translucent moonlight white stockings that gave off a hint of pale blue. He fastened them to the suspenders that dangled from the garter belt but once attached to the stockings, pulled tight and highlighted his luscious thighs. Then she set to work on his face, covering his full lips with coral lipstick, dusting his eyelids with bronze powder, outlining his eyes in black. The stiletto heels she gave him looked like glass slippers, made out of clear vinyl.
He stood and saw himself in the full-length mirror and posed, throwing one hip forward and touching one nipple. Chrissie smiled when she saw the effect on Julia. She had fallen into a beautiful trance. The final touch made everything perfect. It was a sheath midnight blue mini dress, scoop neck, long sleeves that clung to his arms, tight in front and backless, low to below the inward slope of the waist, starting just at the rise of the globes of his ass. It was composed of tiny glittering sequin disks sewn together like chain mail. They shimmered and sparkled and clung to Julia's body.
Chrissie made herself up in the same way with one difference. Her dress was of a deep burgundy color.
"I think we should have champagne," Chrissie said.
With champagne glasses in hand they stood posing for one another, looking at each other like models in a magazine, the caresses of eyes preceding the caresses of palms and lips. Their mouths met as their bodies pressed and their legs spread. Their hands slipped between their thighs and they writhed in each other's arms, but on the verge of orgasm, they sucked in their breath and drank cold champagne, and felt their bodies shiver and stiffen. They were soldiers of lust standing at attention.
Chrissie took Julia's hand and they walked onto the porch and down the driveway into the street. The moon was high and the night was clear and bright. There was excitement in walking through the nighttime street dressed like beautiful girls coming home from a party, even though they were the only ones out. They stopped by a trellis of roses. Julia rubbed her fingertips over the sequins that caressed Chrissie's nipples. Chrissie arched her back in an agony of ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around Julia and drew her into a seething embrace. Inflamed, they kissed; the tiny skirts of their dresses were hoisted to the top of their thighs by the undulations of their bodies as they ground deeper beyond the boundaries of the skin, pressing their needy snatches together.
"Take me home and fuck me," Julia moaned. "I've never been so horny or felt so slutty."