Author: Liz Email: illegitimate_promises@hotmail.com Subject: F/F, romance, beginnings Title: Attractive Opposites Pt. 2
Disclaimer: I really hate these things, but they must be done I suppose. First off this is a work of fiction, the characters are of my mind, and if they bear any likenesses to you or someone you know, then you're just damned lucky, aren't you? This story also has explicit descriptions of sexual encounters between females. If you've got a problem with it, or it's illegal in your area, don't read it. And if you're younger than 18 (or 21 depending) please go somewhere else, you don't belong on the archives yet.
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When I woke, I found Liz' beautiful breasts only a few inches from my face. Her small, pink areoles almost teasing me, her nipples hard erect little buttons. I smiled and cautiously brought my lips to the one closest to me, sucking gently, running my tongue along her nipple, and rolling it with my tongue. I heard her moan, and stir, shaking her long, beautiful tresses as she rolled over, right on top of me.
"Huh?" She said as I let out a muffled yelp, my head wedged between her breasts (not that it was a bad place to be). I pushed her off of me, and she got up slowly, sliding her long legs out of the bed. I laughed heartily as I rolled next to her, sitting up myself and leaning gently into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Dame, but you ought to know better," she giggled, putting her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek before standing and walking over to the wardrobe, getting some clothes out for herself. She looked to me briefly and smiled, getting fully dressed, and then walked out of the room. I sat on the bed, naked, waiting for her to return with an obedient smile on my lips.
"Here's your clothes Dame," she said, throwing me a pile of clothes. I caught them neatly, and then slowly put them on, quite aware of Liz' eyes on my back the whole time. I slid my clothes on seductively, teasing her, and I heard her chuckle quietly as I finally got my clothes on. When I turned around, she was pretending to check her watch, as I smiled at her.
"You took long enough, I was about to go off and get some lunch while you were dressing," Liz snorted walking to me. I grinned at her and hugged her, leaning against her supple chest, moaning in comfort. She sighed, nuzzling into my hair and hugged me back, her hands caressing my back.
"Is it lunchtime already?" I asked, backing away from her, holding her hands in mine. She smiled at me and picked me up, taking me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She set me down on a chair and then went off, preparing something to eat. We both ate quickly, and I kissed her lightly on the cheek, preparing to leave. She held onto my hand for a brief moment, before releasing me and letting me go.
It was nearly a month before I saw her again, with business keeping me preoccupied with overseas flights and my boss' extreme paranoia, and I was beginning to pine for her in my own way. Everyone I knew noticed the sharp change in my personality. I was much more moody, more temperamental and much more violent when I lost control.
I was sitting at a local pub around noon when I finally decided to go and visit Liz at last. I knew that it was time, as my moods were changing, and loneliness was taking its toll. I had never realized how much I loved being around her, how much I loved the company of another, until it was far too late. I was afraid that she had found another, given up on me, and gone on with her life. I doubted that I could ever find another woman like her, and I knew that a man would never please me again.
"Are you Dame Cooper?" came a quiet voice from behind me. I turned to find Liz' sister, Halley standing behind me with a teenage girl. The girl had deep crimson hair, very nearly blinding me. Halley was dressed in black, as always, and her hair was done up into an intricate, plaited bun. I nodded and held out my hand for her.
"Yeah, and you're-Halley right?" I said, shaking her hand.
"Yep, that's me, and this is my little sister, Val," she said, and I gave a nod to the teenager. She returned it and then wandered off to a table, obviously bored with me. I smiled at Halley briefly before she decided to speak again. "Have you seen Liz lately?"
"No, not for a month now. Business has kept me out of the States, so I haven't been around too much," I said, a sour taste of bile rising in my mouth. I knew it was a lie, I had been in town for nearly a week, but hadn't mustered up the courage to see her again. I didn't know what to do when I saw her, I didn't know what to say when I came face to face with my love, I just didn't know.
"You ought to, she misses you quite terribly. She was talking with me on the phone last night, she was crying," Halley said, matter-of-factly, and I felt my eyes widen. Liz had been crying for me? She did really love me then, and at that moment, I knew I had to go see her. I stood up, saying a quick goodbye to Halley and rushed out into the January day. I hadn't driven to the pub, as I was supposed to just be out on a lunch break, and would get picked up by my boss later, but that all changed.
It was nearly dusk when I arrived at Liz' store, having walked nearly fifteen miles to the place. I was freezing cold as the snow fell down, in big, beautiful flakes, catching in my hair, and settling on my nose. I shivered as I walked to the door, finding that the shutters were closed, and the door already locked. I banged my fist repeatedly on the door, screaming for Liz. Finally giving up, (mostly due to the odd looks I had been getting) I walked around the store to the back. I had seen that there was a backdoor to the place, where deliveries were obviously dropped off, and went to see if that was unlocked. Unfortunately it wasn't, but at least it wasn't covered with the metal shutters. I pulled a bobby pin out of my pocket and slipped it into the lock. After a few short moments and a dozen or so curses, I heard the lock click and slipped inside. Putting the pin back into my pocket, I smiled, thankful that something good had come out of my juvenile detention days.
As I walked up the stairs, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I was hoping to surprise her, so I slipped in, to find her, in the outrageously large shower stall, basking in the warm water. Steam permeated the room, and I could barely make out her beautiful body amongst it. Briefly, she looked out, and let out a startled yelp at seeing me, standing in the doorway.
"I-Is that you Dame?" she said after a moment, wiping a spot in the glass to peer out at me. I smiled weakly and walked over, putting my hand to the glass. She put her hand opposite of mine, and smiled too. I said nothing as I slowly undressed, before opening the door and sliding in next to her. She quickly pulled me toward her, kissing me deeply, her hands instantly roaming my body.
Neither of us said anything as we caressed and kissed each other, my hands moving to her breasts as my mouth slowly followed. I was sucking on her breasts for nearly five minutes, listening to her moans and feeling the hot water streaming down our bodies. As I sucked, I felt her hands wrap around my waist, and I straightened up to kiss her again.
Then, without warning, she shoved me up against the tiled wall, knocking the breath out of me. I choked and then she kissed me passionately, my body shaking with desire. Slowly, she slid her hands down my body, and I felt her penetrate me with her fingers. Not just one finger, and certainly not just two, but four. I screamed in surprise as she broke the kiss and began fervently kissing my neck, moaning in short, bursts.
As she slowly fucked me with her fingers, I continued to moan, and finally, she inserted most of her other hand, each finger moving separately inside me, like pistons. I screamed in passion, swearing and letting loose animalistic howls. I felt my hips buck a last time, and my pussy contract on her hands as I fell to my orgasm. My body shook single-mindedly, and I let out short, deep screams, clawing at the tile for something to hold onto.
Finally, I collapsed onto her, blacking out as I moaned her name. I heard her say my name several times, but my eyelids were heavy, and I could not wake. I felt her pick me up, heard the door of the shower open, accompanied by the water being turned off, and then finally sunk into utter blackness.
By the time I awoke, hours had past. It was around midnight, according to the clock on Liz' nightstand, and I rolled over, finding Liz sitting up in the bed, reading a book. I caressed her leg to let her know I was awake and she smiled at me over the rims of her glasses, running her fingers through my still damp hair.
"I was getting worried, Dame," she said as I sat up, curling next to her and examining her reading material. It was an old, hardcover romance novel, but what shocked me is that it was a lesbian novel. I hadn't seen many, and none of them were ever published as a hardcover book as far as I was aware.
"I missed you," I purred, curling up on her side, resting my head upon her firm breasts, relishing in the warmth. She ran her fingers again through my hair as she read, gently caressing my back as her fingers passed through my hair. "I really, desperately missed you," I said, and I began to cry, my body shaking with deep sobs.
"Dame?" Was all Liz managed to say as she tried to comfort me, putting the book down and hugging me tightly. I sought the shelter of her bosom and she held me there, fully willing to give me some of her warmth. I shook with sobs in her arms still, my tears coursing down my cheeks and then dripping down her body. She obviously didn't know what to do, and continued to stroke my hair, whispering soothing words into my ears, trying to calm me.
"Darling, what's wrong?" She cooed into my ears as I cried, my body still shaking as I tried to bury myself in her shoulder. I continued to cry for a few moments, holding myself against her before I pulled away, smiling at her. "You have no idea how much I love you," I said as I pulled away, tears still streaming down my cheeks. She held me close again, lying down with me, kissing me lightly on the lips. I curled into her arm and nuzzled against her shoulder, the tears still coursing down my cheeks as we fell asleep in each other's arms.