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Wink 1 is a short story written by me. It included elements of sex, sexuality, and lesbianism. If you are bothered by such things, please move on to the next post. If you enjoy such things, read on...
Christa
Christina Marie Dyne : chrisd@tiac.net : Myria All that glitters does not have a high refractory index...
_______________________________________________________________________ Wink 1 is Copyright 1994 by Christina Dyne and may not be published in any form without the author's permission.
I must have had more to drink than I had thought. Last I remembered, Janet and I had been sitting in the kitchen talking and sipping wine. It had gotten quite late, but the excitement of being together had kept us awake as we shared our thoughts and memories. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a strange bed with no memory of how I had gotten there. The red numbers of a clock on the nightstand balefully informed me that it was past three in the morning.
The strong moonlight coming through the window made it easy to see the room, even if my mind wasn't yet working. The bed I was in was large and covered by a canopy of white lace. The rest of the furnishings in the room were likewise rather Victorian. One wall was taken up by a large dresser, in one corner a pedestal mirror and next to that a dressing screen. It had to be Janet's bedroom, though it was hardly what I would have expected.
Getting out of bed I realized that I wasn't wearing my clothes, but instead someone, presumably Janet, had dressed me in a red nightshirt which was rather huge on me and had to be large on her. I wondered where she was.
It took two tries to find the door out of there, the first door turned out to go to a bathroom. But once I did I was again on familiar ground. Quietly I made my way to the living room, thinking she might be there. She was.
In the dim light of that room I could barely see her lying on the couch.
"Over here Paula," she said.
"You're awake."
"I heard you get up."
"Oh." I sat next her on the couch. "Come to bed."
"I am in bed."
"This is a couch, dear, not a bed."
She smiled. "So I noticed."
I stood and took her hand, gently pulling her to her feet. Wordlessly she followed me back to the bedroom. Once there I turned around and faced her, putting my hands on her waist. My fingers were nearly able to encircle her.
Bending up slightly I kissed her gently on the forehead. "I don't understand you at all."
"What's to understand?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper, her green eyes shining in the moonlight.
"Everything," I said, gently squeezing her waist.
"Then you probably won't understand this either." she said so seriously that it almost scared me. Reaching down she took the bottom of my nightshirt and gently pulled it over my head, leaving me nude. "I want to give you something."
I almost laughed, for it wasn't hard to imagine what it was she wished to give me. Only the seriousness that was still in her voice gave me pause. Leading me by the hand, she brought me to the bed and gently coaxed me until I was lying on my stomach in the center of the bed. An odd position, but...
Still dressed in the skirt and blouse she had been wearing, she straddled me.
"Aren't you going to undress?" I asked, surprised.
"Shush," she replied in a whisper.
Slowly and incredibly gently, she started massaging my shoulders and back. This wasn't what I had had in mind.
"Please don't tense up," her voice was still a whisper, her hands massaging my shoulder blades. "I know of only two kinds of massages, sexual and non-sexual. I assume you would rather a sexual massage?"
"Yes," I said, my voice also a whisper.
"Good." Her voice was a gentle purr.
I could feel her bending over, the cold of her crystal charm touching my back, her long hair all over, and then the touch of her tongue on the back of my neck. Slowly she worked her way down my neck then across my shoulders. Sometimes kissing, sometimes licking, and sometimes sucking, she ever so slowly worked her way down my back. Once she had gotten to the small of my back she started running her long fingernails gently over my shoulders and down my back, sending electric shocks through my body. When she reached my waist she started sucking. I nearly jumped, I had no idea that my body could be that sensitive.
"Relax." Her voice was so melodic and hypnotic that it would have been hard not to.
This time when she sucked on my waist it was a totally different sensation, much more sexual, though I would have been hard pressed to describe anything she was doing as being overtly sexual.
Working her way down my waist, she started on my buttocks, licking and kissing each of them in spirals until she had reached the center.
Parting my cheeks, she ran her tongue straight up the crack of my bum. Guessing what she would do next, I started to turn over, not wanting her to soil herself in that way. Gently, she pressed on my side, stopping me. I subsided, feeling to relaxed to fight her. she ran her tongue around my rectum in spirals shocking me both by what she was doing and by the effect it was having on me. I was reaching a point of sexual excitement that I hadn't imagined this would elicit.
With an incredible gentleness that I was coming to recognize as one of her trademarks, her tongue pushed past my rectum and into me. Quickly her tongue lanced in and out of me. After only a second of this I came, moaning involuntarily. I was shocked, I hadn't thought such a thing was possible. Obviously she knew what had happened. With one last swipe, she ran her tongue up the crack of my ass and then kissed each cheek.
Thinking she was finished, I started to turn over, but once again she stopped me. She started down my thighs, working at the same leisurely pace. Past being surprised now, it seemed that each inch of my body she touched, licked, or kissed, was even more sensitive than the last. When she reached the back of my knees she started sucking, sending more electricity through my body.
By this time I felt like my body was totally disconnected from my mind. I was barely aware, in some kind of trance, when she reached my ankles and feet. I hadn't ever imagined that someone sucking on my toes could be so erotic.
Slowly she turned me over. I stared at her, barely seeing anything. It was as if I wasn't even there, as though a ghost was making love to me.
She kissed every part of my face, gently touching my lips, then started on my neck again. she was sucking and licking, sending more electricity through my body. I didn't care if she left any marks. Nothing mattered except the incredible sensations my body was flooding my mind with.
She worked her way down the front of my body, avoiding by breast's and vagina, but leaving no other part of my now hyper-sensitive body untouched. I didn't make a sound, hardly breathed. I was a spectator in heaven.
Finishing with my feet and once again my toes, she returned to my torso and started licking around each breast in turn, running her tongue in spirals till she reached my nipples. she kissed each of them in turn then started to suck and gently nibble on one and then the other. I wasn't even sure at any given time which one she was working on, they felt as though they were one in the same.
As she gently nibbled on one of them, her hand went between my legs, rubbing my lips with the tip of a finger. After only a moment of this I came again, soaking her hand, and probably her sheets as well. I was beyond being surprised by this, beyond even the ability to make any sound.
Then she moved down. As soon as her tongue started between my legs I started making a lot of sounds. Incoherent moans, animal sounds, I wanted to beg her to finger my bum, but I couldn't think straight enough to speak. As soon as her tongue touched my clit I came again, all over her face. She did her best to lick all of it up then started in again. Her tongue was fucking me, then licking my clit and running over my lips. First fast then slow, her tongue was expert, but it didn't have to be. By this point anything would have been enough to set me off.
Her fingernails were running over the inside of my thighs, her so-long hair washing over my legs, her tongue dancing around inside of me. There was no time, no space, no me, and no her. There was only a burning fire between my legs and high voltage running through my brain.
I don't know how long this went on, nor how many times I came. I was barely aware when she stopped, kissed both my nipples, then my forehead.
"Are you all right?" she asked after a moment, her voice, as always, soft, quiet, melodic, hypnotic.
I opened my eyes and stared into her smiling face. It took a moment for the words to form in my mind.
"No.." I said, "I mean yes. How the hell did you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked grinning.
Sitting next to me, still dressed, she knew exactly what she had done. If I'd had the energy I would have hit her with a pillow. I didn't have the energy though, I was exhausted, and sated. I hadn't thought that possible.
"I never imagined anything like that."
She shrugged. "Most people have no idea how sensitive they can be."
"Obviously not a problem you share."
"Hopefully not."
"Definitely not." Suddenly cold, I climbed under the covers. "Join me." I said, patting the bed next to me.
Still not taking off her clothes, she climbed under the covers beside me. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply, my tongue lancing past her lips and into her mouth without resistance. she gave herself over to my kiss in a way I hadn't expected. I was kissing her, not being kissed. I liked it that way.
Ending the kiss, I drew back slightly from her so that our faces were inches apart. "You are mine, now and forever," I said, "do you understand that Janet?"
"Yes," she mouthed more than actually said, "I love you."