It was close to midnight when Sarah Mason awoke in her bedroom from a bad night’s sleep. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed heavily, her breathing erratic and uncontrolled, her facial expressions ridden with angst and pain. A lamp was switched on in the hallway outside and quietly her brother, John Mason standing six feet one, opened the door to her bedroom and made his way inside.
No words were necessary as he removed her covers in order to carry her to his bedroom. He noticed that her t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat.
“Hey sweetie,” he whispered. “You’re soaking wet. C’mon, we have to get you out of that t-shirt, okay?” Something that resembled a nod among all the sobbing gave him the permission to continue. Neither of them were prude around each other, both having seen as each other naked multiple times growing up. They were siblings after all, and had come to be very close ones at that. As he removed her shirt, her arms went above her head and revealed a vulnerable, albeit beautiful, older sister. Her arms led down to a beautiful face framed by dusky blonde hair, to two small, perky breasts and a narrow waist. Her pale skin on the flat tummy was glistening with sweat, and as his eyes travelled further down he saw her white cotton panties and the slender legs she always had. He gently picked her up and carried her over to his bedroom, turning off the light as he passed the light switch.
He held her tight that night, looking briefly into the mirror across the room from his bed. As he saw his own reflection he wondered what to make of it all. He could see a storm brewing within himself, waiting to be unleashed and tear him apart as it was tearing his sister apart. John looked down on his sister who was cradled in his arms, looked down at her beautiful face which gave him the strength to continue.
“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” he said quietly. “We both have,” he corrected himself. He kissed her forehead. “We have each other though, don’t we?” he continued. Now that there’s only the two us left… “I love you.” It was merely a whisper, but it carried through to his sister, whose sobbing softly subsided. Soon, they were both asleep, comforted by each other. The suicide of their younger brother Sam had left the two remaining members of the Mason family heavily wounded and confused.
The next coming days were difficult for them both. John’s mind was on autopilot, taking care of all menial things and trivial chores. Sarah was going through the first stages of grief. Unlike Sarah, who was her own boss, John was a firefighter in Brightview Falls Fire Department. He had informed his colleagues and supervisor of what had happened and as expected, worried voices made their way over the phone line, but each time he calmed them down. His supervisor told him to let him know when he felt he was ready for the firefighting business again, and until then he was to rest. Funeral was scheduled for in three days.
It had been a week since Sam had left them and John was helping out at a local pub The Tribute. Simon, the owner, was a close friend and a member of the local fire department as well so John helped out every now and then. Tonight he was working the early shift. He had agreed to it quite happily, because the sound of people made him relax. Sarah was there too, sitting next to the window sipping on ice water. As the evening went on, he kept one eye on his sister and one on the customers. It began to get crowded. Suddenly, John heard overheard someone talking.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Sarah looked up and into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen; eyes belonging to a stunning looking fair-skinned redhead, only a little taller than Sarah’s five feet seven. Sarah hadn’t spoken to anyone except her brother the past few days and for the briefest of moments, she wondered if her voice would hold.
“No, you go ahead,” she replied.
The redhead extended her hand and with a vivid smile introduced herself.
“Jessica Tanner, new in town.”
Sarah, still staring into the most gorgeous forest-green eyes she ever seen, unconsciously took her hand but remained speechless. Suddenly, John was next to her ready to take her order.
“Hi tiger,” Jessica said and greeted him with a smile.
“Hey Jess”, he replied with an even bigger smile. Sarah snapped out of her trance.
“Do you two know each other?”
“Nah-uh,” John said as he shook his head. “I thought we were coming up with cute names though.”
“But how did you know…”
“… Her name? I heard when she introduced herself.” He turned to Jessica. “Big ears, you know.” Jessica laughed. He turned back to Sarah.
“So what’s yours?”
“You didn’t introduce yourself?” He turned back to Jessica. “She hasn’t introduced herself yet?” Sarah looked bewildered.
Jessica happily played along. “No” she answered with pouty lips.
“I apologize on behalf my sister, she—”
“Hey! You watch it! I’m older than you!” Sarah interrupted.
“And yet you are without manners,” he quickly replied with a smile. Before Sarah had any chance for a rebuttal, he turned to Jessica. “What would you like?”
“Oh, a light beer would be nice.” He nodded and left the two women.
A bit embarrassed Sarah turned her eyes back to Jessica. “I am Sarah Mason,” she said sheepishly. “And he,” she pointed at her brother, “is my younger brother John.”
“Pleasure to meet you both,” Jessica said with a grin on her face.
“Soooo… Do I also get a nickname or has my boat already sailed?” Sarah continued.
Jessica pretended to ponder the alternatives until she had decided.
“You shall forever be known as Queen of Mannerville.”
“Queen huh? I like it.” She couldn’t help smiling. Suddenly realizing something, Sarah averted her eyes to the table. “I am not, you know, um….”
“A lesbian?” Jessica wondered.
It was an easy assumption to make. While The Tribute wasn’t officially a lesbian pub, there was a lesbian club a block away. The Tribute was the closest pub and had a reputation of taking care of the ladies that were there. Men and women were both allowed, of course, but whenever there was a surge of testosterone and male voices echoed derogatory comments, the staff members of the pub were quick to throw them out.
Suddenly uncomfortable, Sarah nodded. While she wasn’t a lesbian, she didn’t want Jessica to go away. There was something about her… And she made her smile.
“It’s okay,” Jessica replied as she shrugged her shoulders. Then she leaned forward, raised one of her eyebrows and whispered: “I thought this was a lesbian club though? Like I said, I’m new in town so I had to do some reading before I got here.”
“Not an official, but the closest you’ll get,” Sarah replied with a weak smile. “Most of the women here probably are, and Simon, the owner, has always taken good care of them.” Jessica nodded, and hesitated before she continued.
“I can leave if you want, or if I make you uncomfortable?” She didn’t want to leave though. She liked Sarah. It was hard to put it to words, but they just seemed to click. She grabbed her purse and was about to stand up when both of Sarah’s hands shot forth and grabbed her one hand still resting on the table.
“Please stay,” she said as she looked into Jessica’s amazing eyes, silently willing her not to go. Jessica held her gaze only for a short moment before she dropped her purse to the floor again.
“I would love to.”
John came shortly after with her beer.
“So, what do you make of Brightview Falls?” he said as he poured her beer into a glass.
“For its size I’d have to say remarkably cozy. Big, though. Not really finding my way around yet.” He nodded his understanding and turned to Sarah.
“Hey sis, how about you show Jess around tomorrow?”
Sarah nodded in agreement and looked at Jessica.
“Only if you don’t have any other plans? I don’t want to intrude.”
Jessica happily agreed to it and they decided to meet at 9 am outside the pub. John told them that his shift was over, that he was going home. Sarah said she’d leave as well for the free ride home. They waved good bye, and as Sarah left the pub she felt something in her stomach she hadn’t experienced for a long time. She felt butterflies swirling around.
The following day, Sarah and Jessica met outside the pub around 9 am. Both were dressed quite casually, with Sarah wearing a pair of dark jeans, a dark green cardigan and a light gray t-shirt under. Jessica wore the opposite: a dark gray, tight skirt reaching to her knees and a white, rather loose-fitting shirt. Late summer in Brightview Falls meant 71-75 F (21-23 C) so it was still early to bring out any heavier clothing. As they made their way through the town on foot, Sarah pointed out places she could recommend and some she could not, whether it be eating, shopping for clothes or just places to hang out. When lunch time approached, she led Jessica onto a small side street to a place called Lemongrass. It wasn’t exactly hidden nor was it a typical tourist spot, their food was delicious though and they made the best salads in town! Despite their sightseeing, Sarah still knew little about her newly found friend and figured it was time to allow some of the curiosity to take a peek.
“How come you moved to Brightview Falls?” Sarah asked as she attacked her salad viciously with a fork. Jessica on the other hand eyed her salad suspiciously, poking it.
“It’s not going to eat itself, you know. Here, let me help, newcomer.” Sarah grabbed Jessica’s fork, got some salad, shrimp and avocado on it and dipped it all in the dill mayo.
“C’mon Jess, open up.” As Jessica leaned forward, closed her eyes, parted her lips and gently extended the tip of her tongue to greet the fork, the butterflies in Sarah’s tummy made a return. She gently pushed the fork into Jessica’s mouth and couldn’t help but stare at her friend as her lush lips closed in the fork. While the shirt that Jessica was wearing wasn’t that revealing, her cleavage was suddenly visible as her arms squeezed her breasts together when she leaned forward. Sarah’s eyes fixed themselves on the two mounds of flesh in front of her, wondered what it would be like to touch them, hold them, caress them… Jessica’s perfume was intoxicating and Sarah literally shook her head to ward off the spell. She handed the fork back to Jessica.
“I’m a real estate agent,” she answered, her mouth full of salad. “Our company is expanding and they want somebody here. I saw a chance to see something new and seized it. What about you?”
“Me? I’m a writer. I write books for a living.”
“Oh? How’s that working out for you?”
Sarah shrugged. “Self employed and I make enough to get by.”
“Anything I might have read?”
Sarah quietly poked in her salad before she answered. “Maybe you’ve read a Michael Hess novel, you know, the firefighter?”
“The bestseller? Yeah sure.”
“That’d be me then,” she said quietly. Jessica’s eyes went wide with surprise.
“Wait, aren’t they written by a Joan Monsh?”
Sarah gave a slight smile. “Joan Monsh is an anagram for John Mason, my brother. The books are based on his life and work. He’s Michael Hess.” Jessica whistled in surprise and saw her friend blush.
“John, eh? Tell me about him!”
“My brother, huh.” Pain fluttered Sarah’s eyes; something Jessica was quick to take note of. “He’s 27, so he’s three years younger than I am. He always wanted to be a firefighter, which was his dream. Today he works at the Brightview Falls Fire Department, living it. Occasionally he works at the pub too, which you obviously already know. He is a natural born pacifist, liked by many and disliked by few. He doesn’t like fighting but he won’t hesitate to bump fists, especially at the pub. He’s really close with the guys he works with and every now and then he invites them all to his house for barbeque parties.” She quieted down and thought for a moment. “He also has an uncanny skill of being able to read people. I have never ever been able to lie to him,” she finally said, smiling.
Jessica tapped her fingers at the table, listening with a genuine interest.
“He sounds like a great guy, huh. I never had any brothers or sisters. At times it was kind of alone, growing up as a single child in Philadelphia, but I got used to it. If I’m ever to end up with kids, I’ll make sure I get two of them though,” Jessica said with a grin.
They continued to chat about writing, about the real estate business and life in general until they had finished eating, after which they headed for the nearest mall. Jessica was in dire need of new clothing since her stuff from the movers had yet to arrive. Apparently the truck had broken down and it would take another two or three days to get here. A little while later they were standing in the changing room in one of the town’s more exclusive shops, money obviously not being a problem for Ms. Tanner. Jessica was inside the dressing room and Sarah was standing outside, waiting. Jessica had found some underwear, a couple of bras, another skirt and two tops. A hand appeared from behind the dressing room, motioning Sarah to get her butt over there. Unsure whether to knock or not, she did it once and stepped in. She was met by a half naked woman, her upper body only wearing a purple lace bra and her lower body trying on the new skirt.
“Can you please help me zip it?” she asked.
Sarah nodded, and as she stepped forward she placed one hand on Jessica’s left butt cheek, giving the most subtle squeeze as her right hand pulled the zipper. Her butt was firm and Sarah let her hand linger a moment longer than necessary. She noticed that Jessica was blessed with curves in all the right places. Her hips were a bit wider than her own yet Jessica’s butt didn’t look too big or too “out there”. Sarah’s figure was of a more slender version, certainly made so by the many miles she ran a week. Jessica’s fair-skinned body was amazing and Sarah was unsure where, in the small dressing room, she was supposed to fasten her eyes. Then Jessica unclasped her bra and revealed two full, teardrop shaped breasts.
“Just give me a sec and I’ll get this other bra on and that new top to see how they match—”
Before Jessica had finished her sentence Sarah stepped forth behind her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she said, her voice barely stronger than a whisper. The redhead blushed and cheeks took on a color that accentuated her sharp facial features.
“Can I touch them?” Sarah asked Jessica, surprising herself. She wasn’t that into girls, but she had always wondered what it was like to have bigger breasts. Taken aback by the question, Jessica could only nod. “Mine are so small and yours… Yours are so full,” she continued. Jessica was unsure of how to react and just stood there.
Sarah stretched her arms out and gently touched the underside of her friend’s breasts. Jessica saw Sarah’s lips part, heard her breathing getting heavier and had trouble of keeping control of the situation. Who am I kidding, I have no control anymore. She’s touching me and it feels so… So good. Sarah was standing directly behind Jessica, breathing close to her right ear. She began to knead the breasts, enjoying the feeling of Jessica’s naked flesh against her hands. Jessica couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan as Sarah brushed over her nipples.
“I, I feel weird, Sarah…” Jessica began rubbing her legs, sensing the tingling sensation between her legs, desperately wanting to touch herself.
“You are that sensitive, huh?” Sarah said as she let her fingers teasingly touch the nipples again.
“If, if we go any further I—” Jessica began.
“You need to touch yourself?” Sarah continued. Jessica only moaned in agreement. Sarah let go of Jessica’s left breast, traced her finger over the bare skin down to woman’s hips and to her butt. She squeezed harder, more intense this time, before she finally unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. The only piece clothing left was a black thong.
“Your queen wouldn’t mind if you touched yourself,” Sarah whispered, and watched as one of Jessica’s hands made it downwards towards her panties, her one finger entering her wet slit, soaking it with her own juices before she began gently rubbing her clit. Sarah lifted her friend’s heavy breasts by holding on to the nipples, playing with them as she did so. Jessica’s breathing started to become erratic, her motions inside her panties going at an ever faster pace. Inside Sarah, her mind was utter chaos, equal parts confused and excited. What am I doing? Why, why am I enjoying this? I’m not gay. Am I?
“I’m, I’m going to cum, Sarah. Please don’t stop”, Jessica pleaded. “Please don’t stop, oooooh…. Mhmmmmm, G-G-G-god….” As Jessica was nearing her climax, Sarah locked eyes with her in the mirror as she gently licked along Jessica’s right earlobe.
“Please cum for me,” Sarah whispered into her ear and then gently pushed her tongue inside, quietly moaning. Sensory overload hit the redhead and she came, standing up, Sarah massaging her breasts and gently licking her ear. As her knees buckled over of the pressure, she began to fall but Sarah was there to quickly pull her up and help her sit her down on a stool that stood in the corner. When Jessica’s eyes found Sarah, she saw that whatever that spell had fallen upon her was now broken. Confusion was all over Sarah’s face and Jessica instinctively knew that something was wrong. Before Jessica had any chance to say anything, Sarah beat her to it.
“Um, listen, I, I, have to go. I enjoyed spending time with you and, uh, maybe we can have lunch again?” Sarah didn’t even look at Jessica as the words tumbled out. “I’ll give you a call later, okay?” Before waiting for an answer, she left the dressing room and Jessica who sitting on the stool. Jessica quietly cursed herself and banged her head against the wall as punishment for not stopping it all sooner, for taking advantage of the poor girl’s weaknesses.
Great job, Jess. Scare away your only friend.
Two days went by and Jessica couldn’t wait any longer and was about to make a call to Sarah when her phone rang. Sarah was on the other end as if nothing had happened a couple of days ago. Jessica was invited to John’s place for dinner. John would be working the late shift on the pub which meant he had to leave 19:45, but maybe they could all have dinner together? Surprised, but happily so, Jessica quickly accepted the invitation. She was welcome at five o’clock and that was that.
Jessica had never been a good cook. Her job meant eating out most of the time and whenever she ate by herself, it was a regular TV dinner that made its way to the kitchen table. No, Jessica was a lot better at looking good while cooking than cooking good food.
“We are making lasagna,” John said.
“We are?” Jessica replied, still not understanding how she had gotten an apron on her.
“And you’re helping us,” he continued, grinning.
“Oh yes you are. Ever made lasagna before?”
“Oooh, this is going to get exciting. It’s actually Sarah’s recipe so she’s the commander in chief for tonight.” He turned to his sister. “Your orders, ma’am?”
“Ma’am?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m only 30! Anyhow, John, you’re on the meat station, and you Jess, will take care of the onions.
Onions. Yes, maybe I can do onions. Jessica grabbed an onion, a knife and chopping board and then studied the onion carefully. Before she knew it, Sarah was standing behind her, her arms and hands had made it in between her own.
“Need an extra pair of hands, sugar?”
“Well, uh, no, not really,” she began, refusing to show complete incompetence in the kitchen. I don’t know how to cut an onion for God’s sake! “But if you were to take the onion and the knife away from me and maybe show me exactly how you would like the onion to be sliced that would probably benefit us all,” she carefully continued. Somewhere to the left of them John chuckled.
“Yes, maybe I should show you then,” Sarah said smiling. Sarah still standing behind her redheaded friend took the onion and began peeling it. “And this is how you slice it,” Sarah instructed and began slicing the onion. Jessica enjoyed the company of her friend, enjoyed the fact she was so near her that she could smell her sweet, minty breath. “Don’t make the pieces too big or too small and you’ll do just fine, okay?” As Sarah left, she slapped Jessica’s tushy. “Work it soldier!”
The dinner was one of the best Jessica had ever had. Not so much because of her excellent skills on the chopping board but because they had made it together, an experience new to Jessica. She was in a nice house with seemingly good friends where light banter came naturally between all three of them. As Colin Hay’s ever so cheerful “Beautiful World” played in the background, she found herself strangely content. Jessica was only one year older than Sarah and had so many more things she wanted to do in life, but this, this that she had right now, was all she ever really needed. As the dinner ended, John headed for the pub while Sarah and Jessica sat down in front of the TV, sipped on some wine and talked about everything and nothing. Before either noticed, hours had passed and Sarah asked Jessica if she’d like to stay the night.
“You’ll have to bunk in the same bed as I do though, if that’s okay? The bed is roomy enough for the both of us and I’m fairly sure I don’t snore.”
“You are fairly sure, huh? I guess there’s just one way to find out then,” Jessica said as she smiled.
“You know where the bathroom is. I’ll bring you a towel and a fresh tooth brush, and, uh, one of John’s t-shirts. They are big and comfy.” Soon they were both in bed, neither wearing anymore than underwear and a t-shirt.
As they both lay in the bed, each facing their own direction, Sarah thought about her red haired friend. Jessica was always so well dressed and elegant, always had this sexy business look to her. Calm and assertive, Jessica seemed to be a lot more secure in her than she was. And she made her feel special. Jessica’s mere presence could bring a smile to her face, and seeing her in the same room was enough to calm the stormy winds that sometime blew around her, even more so lately since Sam had… Her mind froze.
Oh Sam. I’m so sorry we didn’t pay better attention. I’m so sorry we weren’t there for you.
Tears welled up into her eyes and even though she desperately willed herself not to sob or cry, it was too late. Please God, don’t let Jess hear me.
Jessica, however, was awake too; even more so when she heard her friend cry. What was she supposed to do? Ever since the mall experience she was careful not to step outside her boundaries but it hurt so bad to know that she was crying, to not be able share her pain.
Sarah’s friend thought long and hard whether or not to press Sarah for details, but in the end decided against it. She figured that Sarah would tell her if she felt the need for it.
Still, I can’t just leave her there…
Sarah suddenly felt the bed jostle as Jessica moved about and before she knew it, Jessica’s arms wrapped themselves around her slim torso, pulling her into her own sweet embrace. Sarah turned around in her arms and as she did, Jessica saw her teary eyes and puffy cheeks. She gently pressed Sarah’s head into her bosom, into the soft fabric of the t-shirt.
“I’m here for you, sweetie.” she whispered into Sarah’s ear. “With me you are safe.” With that, the flood gates opened. Sarah cried heavily, one of her hands grabbing hold of the bedcovers and squeezing hard, her knuckles going white. Jessica gently put her one free hand over her blonde friend’s knuckled one, squeezing it lightly, stroking it lovingly, and willing Sarah to calm down. Sarah’s grip softened and soon Jessica managed to intertwine her fingers with Sarah’s. Soothing words were whispered as the older of the two gently stroked the younger one’s back until the she calmed down. In the end, Sarah’s not very stable voice broke the silence.
“I’m so sorry you had to see me like this,” she whispered.
“Don’t be,” said the gentle reply. “We have all cried, haven’t we?”
“I feel so ashamed,” she continued. “I was afraid that you’d leave me, once you saw me like that, that I’d scare you away or… Something …”
“Hey, look at me. Look at me, Sarah.” Jessica placed her slim hand gently under Sarah’s chin and lifted up her face so that their eyes met. “I’d never do that, okay?” Jessica held her gaze steady a little longer before she gently let go of her chin. Sarah once again lost herself in those green eyes, her emotions overflowing.
“Why are you being so kind to me, Jess?
Jessica could hear that her tears weren’t far away and carefully picked her words, not wanting to upset her friend any further.
“Because I think you deserve it”, she replied softly. “Because I think you are funny. You are cute.” She hesitated for a moment before she continued. “Because I think you are going through a rough patch and I want to be there for you. Because I like you.”
Quietness once again filled the room.
“Hey…” Sarah began.
Sarah fidgeted nervously where she lay. “May I ask how many girlfriends you have had? Not that it’s any of my business, but…”
“Oh, I don’t know. 40-50?”
Sarah’s eyes went wide. “You serious?”
Jessica grinned.”No, baby.” She paused before she continued. “Three, counting you.”
“You think of me as your girlfriend?”
“Well, we are sleeping together,” Jessica chuckled. Sarah wiped away her tears as she smiled.
“I’ve had two girlfriends,” she continued. “Does it bother you?”
Somewhere deep inside her, Sarah felt jealousy stir. An ugly emotion and it wasn’t even fair to Jessica. As if her friend had read her mind, Jessica continued.
“Don’t let it. With my first love I had a great time, but unlike me, who wants to be in it for the long run, she wasn’t as interested. It got bad at the end. Harsh words were said, some that could be forgiven and some that could not.” Jessica’s voice was distant as she sought to remember her past, a past that she wasn’t all that fond of. “My second girlfriend was… It only lasted for a month or so. It ended in physical abuse.” A pained expression swept over her face, but disappeared as quickly as it had come. Sarah wanted to ask more but decided against it.
“What about me?”
“What about you, love?”
“Do you think I’m girlfriend material?” Sarah finally asked, almost holding her breath.
Jessica stared straight into the wall behind Sarah as she whispered, “Yes, I do”.
Nothing else was said that night and soon they both slept, Sarah in the safe embrace of Jessica’s arms.
The next morning after Jessica awoke first. She decided to go downstairs and grab something to eat without waking up her friend, thinking that she needed her sleep from whatever it was that’s eating her up. As she went downstairs, she saw John standing in the kitchen, making breakfast. He turned around, gave her a warm smile and said good morning to her.
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Yeah, slept like a baby,” she replied as she sat herself down at the kitchen table.
“Ready for some breakfast?”
“Yeah sure. What are we having?”
“French toast and bacon. It’s Saturday after all.” He turned his attention back to the stove again. “So, how are you two doing?”
“What do you mean?” she asked as she raised her eyebrow.
He shrugged and turned around. “You make a great couple together, don’t you think?”
Jessica stared long and hard into his brown eyes, judging Sarah’s brother. She hadn’t told him about her feelings, had she? No, she hadn’t. She remembered what Sarah had said the other day, and while his eyes revealed nothing to her, she could feel his eyes penetrating her mental defenses, reading her like an open book. She averted her gaze.
“I don’t think she’s interested in me in that way,” she replied softly with sadness in her tone. It hurt to say it out loud.
“I think she is.”
“What makes you say that?”
“She talks about you a lot. Whenever she’s with you, her attitude changes and her face lights up. Most importantly, she smiles.”
A bit hesitant to continue, Jessica waited and then went for it. “She seems to be hurting.”
He nodded. “Or healing, depending on your point view. She hasn’t told you yet, huh?” Jessica shook her head. “I think it is best you hear it from her though,” he continued. He walked over to her at the kitchen table and squatted down in front of her.
“She’s fighting one battle here,” he touched her forehead, “and she’s fighting one over here,” he continued as he moved his finger to softly tap Jessica on her chest. “When one fight resolves itself I’m fairly sure the other one will follow.”
Jessica bit her lip. “What do you propose I do?”
“Be yourself. Nobody does it better,” he said with a smile on his face. “Be patient. Be supportive. She’ll tell you when she’s ready.” He contemplated what he had said. “Although I think you already know this,” he finished. Jessica merely nodded.
“And you?” she caught herself saying.
“And me, what?” he said, going back to the stove, grabbing a pair of French toasts and some bacon and returned to Jessica and set down the plate in front of her.
“I can’t help but think that whatever is hurting her must be hurting you.”
He stood still for a long time, his eyes locked on to hers. This time, she didn’t look away.
“Until Sarah gets back on her feet, I manage.”
Before Jessica had any chance to reply, Sarah came down the stairs, yawning. Both abandoned their conversation and turned their eyes to her.
“Good morning sleepyhead. Want some breakfast?” John asked.
“Yeah, I’m just going to head to the loo. Be right back.”
As Sarah went for the toilet, Jessica got up and gave John a hug and kissed him on his cheek.
“What was that for?” he asked, perplexed.
“I understand you are hurting as well,” she said as she stood next to him. “I just wanted to show that I care, okay?”
A tired smile swept over his face. “Thank you, Jess. You are one of a kind, you know that?”
As Sarah came back, Jessica excused herself and she too went to the ladies room.
“Hey sis,” he began as she walked up to him and into his arms. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay, I guess. And you?” He avoided the question, just as Sarah expected he would. He was dealing with it in his own way after all. Instead, he changed the subject.
“She’s nice, you know?”
“Jessica? Yeah, she is.”
“Maybe something to hold on to,” he pressed her and looked deep into her hazel brown eyes. She sighed and looked away.
“How long have you known?” she asked quietly, slightly annoyed.
“Only since last night. Your eyes were on her like a hawk eyeing its pray. I’m a guy, sis. I can spot oogling a mile away,” he grinned. She couldn’t help but blush.
“So what do you think, then..?” she continued.
“Does it matter what I think? Isn’t it more important what you think?”
“I love you. Of course your opinion matters.”
“I like her. I say go for it, in your own time that is.”
“I’m just so confused,” she whispered. “It’s all going too fast. This is all so new for me.”
“I know, but you’ll work it out. You always do. One small piece of advice, if I may? I think it’s better to choose the future over the past because that’s where your life lies.”
She raised her head and kissed her brother on his cheek.
“You always know what to say. Love you.”
“Love you too,” he said as Jessica came back into the kitchen. Together they sat down and ate breakfast
Later that day they headed to Sarah’s apartment. Sarah needed to get a few items since she was to be staying at her brother’s house for a while longer, and she asked whether or not Jessica would like to go with her. Jessica had no other plans and thus, they left for Sarah’s apartment after breakfast.
Sarah’s apartment was in total silence. It just occurred to Sarah that she hadn’t been there since the night it all went so horribly wrong and whenever she had needed something from the apartment John had gotten it for her. No, she didn’t even want to be in the apartment at all and as she automatically stepped back a few steps, she unknowingly headed into Jessica’s arms.
“Something wrong, sweetie?” she said as she wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her gently and planting a friendly kiss on the back of her head.
Sarah swallowed. The apartment had gotten cramped with anxiety, panic and the distant smell of death. “I, I don’t like it here. You know what, this was a dumb idea. Can’t we just leave, please?’
“Let’s just get what you came for, okay? You wanted some fresh clothes and your laptop, yes? We’ll be quick about it.”
Sarah nodded hesitantly, grabbed a hold of Jessica’s hand and then they left the hallway, heading into the living-room. Jessica whistled in surprise when she saw one wall filled with several shelves with books.
“This is like small library!”
“Yeah, this is mostly where I work. That’s my reading chair,” she pointed at a huge leather armchair, “and that’s my desk.” She pointed to her desk where the laptop was. Jessica was amazed over the sheer size of the room. On the opposite wall of the book shelves were a big flat screen TV and a couch with a coffee table. In one of the corners there was a fire stove, and on the same wall as the book shelves her desk and armchair were placed. On the floor was a big auburn carpet that Jessica was sure must have cost a fortune. Despite it being day, the room was fairly dark with all the darker colors suppressing the light. It was cozy enough, Jessica thought.
“I have been meaning to ask,” Jessica began, “how come you are staying with him? Your brother I mean,”
The pause was just a bit too long for Jessica and she knew that whatever her friend would say it would be a half-truth.
“Sometimes it gets lonely, that’s all.”
As Sarah went to get her laptop, Jessica looked among the book shelves finding a lot more than just books. Photos, stuffed animals and souvenirs from what appeared to be from her travels around Europe all shared space with the books.
As she studied the photos closer, she noticed that many of them were family pictures and even sorted chronologically, so when one went from one side of the room to the other, one could follow the lives of the Masons. The first ones only contained Mr. and Mrs. Mason, but then Sarah was introduced as a small baby and a bit further down the line John as well. A few photos later she could see Mrs. Mason being pregnant again, but then suddenly she was gone. She looked on the previous picture again. One picture she was there, in the other she was not. An unpleasant feeling nestled its way into Jessica’s mind. In Mrs. Mason’s place was a small toddler cradled by their dad. As the pictures (and the years) went by, soon the dad had vanished as well, all too early by the look of him in the previous picture. Left were Sarah, John and the unnamed teenager. Jessica made a mental note of it. She’d ask Sarah and when the right opportunity presented itself, this clearly not being the right time.
The following week Jessica was back on her job and since she had some catching up to do she hardly saw Sarah at all. They usually spoke on the phone before bed time and occasionally they would meet in the pub for a drink, but no more than that. When Sarah called Jessica, asking whether or not she would like to accompany her to the Mason’s cabin and staying there for the weekend, Jessica was quick to accept. She had simply been working too much and besides, she missed Sarah. Around noon on the following Saturday Jessica showed up outside John’s house and entered through the open back door.
“Hello? Anybody home?”
“Hey Jess. I’m in the kitchen!” John called. “Sis is upstairs, getting ready for your weekend.”
Jess made her way into the kitchen and saw John emptying the dishwasher.
“Hey tiger,” she said as went over to him and gave him a hug.
“Hey, how’s it going? You settled in yet?”
“Sure, but as always when it comes to work there is lots to do but little time do it in.”
Before they could continue, Sarah came down the stairs with an overnight bag over her shoulder.
“Alright, you ladies take care and give me a holler if you need anything,” John said. “I mean, you’re only like 40 minutes away, but by God will it be beautiful this time of year. Enjoy the sunsets — they are magical,” he finished with a smile on his face.
The women left the house and as John heard the car engine wake from its slumber his actions slowed down. The façade that John had worn during the past three weeks had, by now, run its course. For the past few days, he had been running on willpower alone, keeping a smile on his face as to not worry his sister. His body was exhausted, his mental state in shambles. He had hardly slept at all these past few days, thinking about his family and the death of his brother. Certain that Sarah was in good hands, he finally gave in to his body. The big firefighter crashed down on the floor, china shattering all over the place. His breathing became shallow, his pulse was on a steady decrease and soon he drifted into unconsciousness as his body sent a final protest about how it had been treated.
The cabin was located on the edge of a cliff, built by Sarah’s grandparents before she had been born. The view was simply amazing, with the cabin residing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley down below.
It was sometime after nine o’clock and Sarah and Jessica sat on the porch, enjoying the slow descent of the sun. They had both been quiet for over 20 minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. Then, Sarah broke the silence.
“I learned something about myself this past week,” Sarah began. Her friend had her head in Sarah’s lap, and was gently fiddling with one of Sarah’s hands. Sarah’s other hand was stroking Jessica’s velvet like red hair softly. Sarah thought for a second, and then continued, “No wait. We will come to that.” She looked down at the woman, whom she contemplated, was her best friend. Funny how fast it had all gone. Jessica looked back at her, with a gentle smile.
“Haven’t you been the patient one, huh?” Sarah finally said.
“It’s important to give each other space,” Jessica replied.
“Thank you,” Sarah whispered as she bent down and kissed Jessica’s forehead. Jessica didn’t expect it and was surprised by the close gesture. Sarah merely looked out over the valley again.
“His name was Sam,” Sarah said, as tears clouded her vision immediately. “You saw the pictures at my apartment, yes?” Jessica nodded silently. “A week before you and I met at The Tribute, Sam… Sam didn’t want to live anymore. He took his own life the 10th of August.” Jessica stole a quick look at Sarah and saw tears making their way down on her cheeks. “Officially, the exact reason or reasons why Sam decided to end it are sketchy at best since no letter was left behind, but John and I have a pretty good idea of what happened.” She shifted her position slightly.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie…” Jessica interjected, unsure of what to say.
“Let’s go back a bit more in time, to the early 90’s,” Sarah began anew, her voice distant. “My mom, Julia, died in childbirth when Sam was born. She was bleeding heavily during birth and not until after did they notice that she had been bleeding internally as well. Sam survived against all odds, but mom didn’t. She fought bravely though,” she said as she wiped away a tear.
“My dad, Robert, dealt with the situation the best he could and it was all well enough, really. We were a close family, we did lots of things together and, well, we were happy, you know? We made it work. But then, only a few years later, dad contracted acute leukemia.”
Jessica saw the pained expression on Sarah’s face, got up, and pulled her friend into her own arms.
“That’s when things took a horrible turn for the worse. We all took care of dad, but with me being the oldest, you know, I had to take care of my brothers too. John managed himself fairly well, but Sam, who never had a mother, and now didn’t even have a father, took it extremely hard. Also, leukemia, like most cancer diseases, puts on a horrible show for its audience,” she continued quietly. “He withered away, you know? Only a few months in and his big and strong body quickly became a broken shell of what it once used to be.”
Sarah stopped for a moment, sobbed quietly and then continued.
“John and I tried our best, but we’re not our parents, we never were our mom and dad. We are both very open-minded though, and when Sam… When Sam one day came out and said he had a boyfriend we were so happy for him. Surprised, yes, but happy none the less. We supported them both the best we could and Sam’s boyfriend visited us several times and ate dinner with us. We thought it all went so well, you know?
Then a year ago they both broke up. Like many break ups, it got ugly at the end. The past year, he began struggling with school; he was home most of the time in front of the computer. We think he was being bullied because of his sexual preference, but only once did he suffer from any kind of physical abuse that John or I saw, and that was a black eye. We tried so hard to give a helping hand, but how do you help somebody who doesn’t want to be helped? How do you reach out to someone who doesn’t want to be reached?” Sarah pleaded to no one in particular.
Jessica listened quietly, squeezing her friend’s hands every now and then, encouraging her to continue.
“We never saw when he crossed the line from being an upset teenager with all the issues that a teenager might have, to one with suicidal tendencies. We lived in the same house, we shared dinners and we were… We were a family.”
“Then, a couple of weeks ago, I received a text on my cell phone.” She brought forth her cell phone, opened it up and began scrolling in the messages list. “03:42, Tuesday the 10th of August, he sent John and me this,” she continued as she held up her phone. The message was only three words long, short and concise. “I love you.”
“I’m sure I’ve read that message a thousand times,” she said softly. “John was on duty that night and didn’t see it until later. I tried calling Sam but only got to his answering machine. Somehow I knew he was up here and hurried as fast as I could, but… But, obviously, I wasn’t fast enough,” she finished. “There’s an outlook about half a mile that way,” she pointed west, “and that’s where he jumped.” Sarah felt oddly at peace with herself, having told Jessica what had been burdening her.
Neither said anything for a long time. Jessica took it all in as she gently hugged Sarah, noticing that her friend had stopped crying.
“You never get used to it,” Sarah said. “It tears you asunder from the inside and out. It’s as if life itself dares you to continue living. Now there’s only John and I left and… Oh John. God, please don’t let anything happen to him,” she whispered. “He doesn’t have the safest profession in the world, you know. I’m just waiting for that one phone call or for that one knock on my door from one of his colleagues. I wouldn’t know what to do without him.” She shuddered as a weird sensation hit her. “I’m going to get us something to drink, be right back.”
As she returned, only a little part of the sun remained over the horizon.
When she got back, she had a blanket with her and some wine. Like before, she made her way into Jessica’s arms and when they both sat comfortably they enjoyed the silence and the fine wine that had been poured into the two glasses. They merely watched as the sun finished its job as it always had done.
“I learned something about myself this past week,” Sarah tried again. Jessica noticed that the glass was shaking slightly and gently took it from her friend’s hand. Sarah grabbed a hold of her hand and fiddled with it nervously.
“What did you learn, honey?” Jessica was calm, unfazed by the wine, watching the horizon.
Sarah did something she hadn’t done for a long time, and that was being honest with herself.
“You, uh, you… You said you were in it for the long run and you, you also said I was girlfriend material. I wonder, um, whether or not you would like to… Give me a chance? Give us a chance..? I mean, I, I like you, you’re funny, smart, good-looking. Those green eyes of yours melt my legs. My heart aches when I’m not with you and…” Sarah suddenly felt lost among her own words. “Will you please be with me, stay by my side?”
She was met by silence until Jessica abruptly said, “Oh sorry hun, I wasn’t listening. What were you saying?”
Sarah snapped her head around, not sure what she’d heard was correct. As soon as she did, however, she was met by Jessica’s wonderful smile and suddenly her best friend’s lush lips gently touched her own in the tenderest kiss she had ever experienced. Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Surprised, Sarah’s face froze until the gentle touch of Jessica’s fingers caressed her cheeks. Sarah smiled as tears once again made their way down.
“I was so worried you’d say no, that you wouldn’t be interested or that I, I…” she stuttered. Jessica’s eyes opened, revealing the forest-green emeralds within.
“You don’t have to say another word, baby. You don’t have to say another word.” She closed her eyes again as she leaned in to kiss Sarah, parting her lips slightly as she did so, gently caressing Sarah’s lips with her own.
“Can I?” Jessica whispered.
“I would love it if you did,” Sarah replied, equal parts of her anxious and nervous.
Jessica extended her tongue, gently stroking Sarah’s lips. Sarah’s tongue tentatively brushed against Jessica’s and soon they were passionately kissing each other, their tongues wrestling, making wet noises. Jessica’s hands left Sarah’s face, stroke her back and moved down to her butt, giving it a slow squeeze.
“How about we move inside, love?” Sarah could only nod and both got a move on, quickly closing the door on the porch and headed for the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, the kissing continued while they undressed each other. Soon, Jessica only wore her lace thong and a matching bra and Sarah wore nothing but panties, her perky yet small breasts aching with excitement. She blushed as Jessica eyed her up and down, slowly moving in on her.
“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Sarah said quietly.
“I know,” Jessica replied. “I’ll be gentle,” she continued with a mischievous smile. “Why don’t you take off my bra, love?” Sarah nodded, unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, eyes focusing on the hidden treasures found within.
“Like ’em, do you? From now on, they are yours. I’m yours. Do whatever you want,” she whispered into Sarah’s ear. Sarah was mesmerized and when Jessica gently inserted her tongue into Sarah’s ear, she heard her whisper “payback time”. Her tongue made wet noises and Sarah suddenly had difficulty standing up, her legs becoming weak.
“If you want to touch them, that’s fine, baby. Maybe you want to lick them too? Or slap them,” Jessica continued, teasing.
Sarah tilted her head down, her lips enveloping Jessica’s right breast, sucking on it. Jessica moaned and watched as Sarah let her tongue play with her right nipple while kneading Jessica’s left breast. The musky scent of sexual excitement filled the air, intoxicating them both.
“I need more of you,” Sarah said as she suddenly abandoned the sweet melons and pulled down Jessica’s panties revealing an almost shaved woman. Before Jessica had time to react, Sarah’s fingers were gently touching her pussy, drawing one finger in the wet slit, watching the juices flow. “Aren’t you the eager one, dear,” Jessica replied as she moved away from her.
“Hey, come back here!”
Jessica simply shook her head.
“Turn around and take off your panties for me.” Sarah, as if on autopilot, turned around, hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down slowly, letting Jessica take it all in.
“Do you like what you see?” Sarah said as she was bending over, revealing a glistening patch between her legs.
“You have no idea,” Jessica said with a grin on her face.
She moved in behind Sarah, put one hand on her small breast and let the other one inspect her southern regions, stroking her well-manicured pussy. Sarah had to turn her neck around to be able to kiss Jessica. Suddenly she felt Jessica slender fingers caress her outer labia, and then slide a finger inside her. “I can’t believe how wet you are.” Quiet moans of surprise escaped Sarah. Jessica gently pushed Sarah on to the bed, laid herself between her legs and looked straight into Sarah eyes. “Relax, okay?”
Pleasure swept over Sarah as Jessica’s lean tongue made sweet love with her vulva, her wet tongue tasting her friend, gently stroking Sarah’s most sacred parts. Jessica, gentle at first, drew her tongue up and down, licking up the flowing juices. The tip of the tongue then snaked its way inside accompanied by two of Jessica’s fingers and Sarah began thrusting her hips in response. Jessica’s tongue swept over Sarah’s clit, stroking it slowly at first and then sped up as she felt Sarah getting close.
“God, Jess, I don’t know if I can take this,” she moaned loudly. I’m going to cum if you keep going; oh please don’t stop, oh please!”
As Jessica enclosed her lips around her clit, sucking it, white light seared through Sarah eyes and she grabbed hold of the bed sheets with both her hands, screaming. Sarah arched her body upwards, feeling the waves of the orgasm washing over her. Jessica withdrew her tongue and continued to gently stroke her lover’s pussy with her fingers, feeling Sarah spasm in response, seeing Sarah’s eyes wide open as if in shock, panting heavily.
“You okay, love?” Jessica asked with a smile on her face. Sarah nodded, knowing full well her voice wouldn’t be able to utter a single understandable word. Jessica crawled up to where her friend lay and caressed her face. “This is what you taste like,” she whispered and gently inserted one finger into her mouth, watching as Sarah closed her eyes and wrapped her tongue around it, tasting.
“Just give me a few moments to get my breath and then I can show you…” Sarah began but Jessica quieted her with a sloppy kiss.
“Tonight is about you,” she whispered. “Can you handle one more?” Sarah whimpered in response as Jessica’s soft touch made its way in between her legs, her nails grazing her lover’s inner thighs. “Get on your tummy,” Jessica ordered.
Curious, Sarah turned, showing off her bottom, separating her legs slightly. She felt Jessica’s fingers beginning to stir inside her again, and then, there was something new. Jessica drew one wet finger from Sarah’s wet treasure cave to her precious rosebud, making it wet and slippery. Then she could feel Jessica’s thumb gently caressing her precious rosebud.
“Oh Jess, are you going to–,” Sarah began but got no further as Jessica made her way inside through the sphincter. Sarah grunted heavily in response. “Uuuh, I, I, I have never taken it there before” Sarah stammered.
“Taken it where, sweetie?” Jessica’s husky voice replied as she lay beside her. Sarah squirmed under Jessica.
“I’ve never taken it in my ass, Jess, oh God, I’ve never taken it in my ass before.” Sarah moaned loudly.
“Look at me, love” Sarah turned her head, only to meet Jessica’s beautiful eyes. “Do you like it when I’m in you like this?” Sarah whimpered in agreement. “Would you like to cum again while I have a finger in your ass?” Again Sarah whimpered but this time she couldn’t help but let eyes fall to her lover’s large breasts that were swaying back and forth.
“Look at how hard my nipples are,” Jessica continued. Sarah leaned down and began licking her right breast, finally getting her nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and got a grunting reply from Jessica who increased the speed of which she was finger fucking her.
As Sarah closed in on her second climax, she began moving her hips again, working her ass upwards desperately needing more, needing it faster.
“I’m almost there Jess, almost there, oh my God,” she panted. Jessica leaned down, hungrily kissing her friend, their tongues intertwining, the moaning increasing. “Aaaaauuuuuggghh ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Sarah screamed as she once again climaxed, once again losing control to her own body. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she felt Jessica’s thumb being replaced by one of longer fingers, reaching deeper inside her, massaging her inner workings. A bit later, Sarah found herself in Jessica’s arms sweaty and exhausted.
“I love you, Jessica Tanner”, Sarah whispered.
“I love you too, Sarah Mason.”
No further words were necessary, and soon they both slept together, the smell of sex evident.
It wasn’t until around four in the morning that Sarah woke up with a startle. The worst nightmare had plagued her in her sleep and she needed to check that everything was okay at home. As she grabbed her phone and dialed to John, Jessica awoke as well rubbing her tired eyes.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“Something’s… I had this dream. God, I know it sounds ridiculous but I need to go home. John isn’t answering, he’s not supposed to be at work, and, and….”
“It’s four in the morning…” Jessica began, but the look in Sarah’s eyes was enough for her to quiet down. “Okay, get dressed sweetie and we’ll both go.” Sarah leaned forward and gave her a kiss, whispering “thank you”.
The house was black as the night when they arrived back home. Sarah looked around carefully, and then decided to go inside.
“John?” she called. “John? You in here? I had this, I had this weird dream and I just wanted to come home and check on you, making sure everything is okay.” Sarah flipped on the lights and saw her little brother on the floor, broken china all over the place. Adrenaline coarsed through Sarah as she ran to him, Jessica right behind. She slapped his face, called his name and searched for his pulse.
“Oh God, his pulse is so weak and he’s hardly breathing, Jess!” Tears were heading for her eyes but she firmly pushed them back, thinking now wasn’t time for that. She began performing CPR instead. Nothing happened. Fear and sadness transformed to fury and Sarah refused to give up.
“I’m the only one left if you go now. You promised to stay with me! Get your ass back here John, don’t make me come after you.” she hissed. Each push became harder and harder, raw willpower forcing her to go on.
Wherever John was seemed to be a dark place, void of life of any kind.
Where am I? Dead?
Suddenly the world turned bright, as if somebody had flicked a switch somewhere. He saw his mom Julia, his dad Robert and even his brother Sam!
“Mom? Dad? Sam..?” he whispered.
While Sam and Robert merely smiled and waved, his mom casually took a few steps forward to him.
“Hi John”, she began and then embraced him in a powerful hug, inflicting all kinds of emotions upon him. “I’m so proud of you”, she continued. “You took good care of your sister, didn’t you?” John was speechless, tears forming in his eyes.
“Hey, John, look at me,” Julia said. John’s gaze slowly turned to her. “Don’t worry about us, okay? Sam is okay now, at peace with himself. His decision was his alone and nothing neither of you should be held responsible for.”
John was crying openly now, holding on to his mother whom he hadn’t seen for the past 20 or something years.
“I’ve missed you,” he sobbed.
“I’ve missed you too, both of you.” Her eyes searched for his. “Listen sweetheart — it’s not time for you yet, okay?” He looked at her, confused. “Can’t you hear?” she continued.
Somewhere far, far away, he could hear somebody calling his name.
“Now you get back, okay? Don’t worry your sister more than necessary,” she said in the tone of voice only a mother can.
Suddenly the light began to fade to black, his family disappearing with it.
“Mom? Mom!” he called, panic disrupting his voice.
“Don’t worry, my son,” her voiced echoed. “We’ll always be with you both. Whenever you need us, look into your hearts, and we’ll be there.”
The darkness surrounded him completely, Sarah’s voice getting louder and louder until finally, his eyes slowly opened. His eyes were teary, his mind confused but his body responded to his movements.
“Sis,” he said quietly as he drew her into his powerful frame, “it is okay now. It’s okay now.”
“John!” she said, astounded.
As John lay there on the floor, his back aching for lying in an awkward position for so long, he saw Jessica’s eyes. Tears had briefly made it down her cheeks, worry reflected in her eyes.
“I need to get to bed. I have slept and eaten too little since Sam left us,” he sighed. No arguments were made and they helped him to his bed. Jessica soon left the room, giving the two siblings space.
“I’m so sorry,” Sarah began. “I should have seen it sooner.” She bit her lip, a bit ashamed of herself.
“Don’t be. I knew you’d take it harder than I would. Not because I loved Sam any less, but because you always had that extra sense of responsibility.” His weary eyes rested upon hers. “You always care of everyone, always go the extra mile for people. It was time somebody did the same, for you.”
She took his hand squeezed it.
“When I was unconscious I had this strange dream,” he continued. “I saw Mom, Dad and Sam. Mom told me they were doing fine, that they’d take care of Sam. Sam looked happy; he smiled and waved to me.” His voice croaked, tears appeared and then his sister laid herself on the bed and hugged him, holding him as he cried himself to sleep.
Almost three weeks had passed since the funeral. All were doing as well as to be expected under the circumstances. Sarah was still living with her brother, wanting to make sure that John slept and ate as he should. Jessica had temporarily moved in with them both, simply wishing to be close to the both of them. This particular night however, was John’s first night back at the fire department and Sarah and Jessica were alone in the house.
Jessica was taking a shower when she heard the door open.
“Mind if I join you?” Sarah said as she undressed.
Jessica purred her approval when Sarah entered the steamy shower. Sarah had a hungry look to her and pressed her girlfriend up one wall that had yet to be warmed up by the shower.
“Oooh, that’s cold, baby!”
Jessica’s nipples hardened immediately and Sarah, enjoying what she saw, pressed her one leg in between Jessica’s.
“We’ll get you warm, don’t worry.”
Sarah pulled gently on Jessica’s nipples and went in for a wet kiss as she did so. Jessica was surprised by the force Sarah so viscously attacked her with and slapped Sarah’s butt. Sarah groaned and Jessica slapped it again as her tongue was snaking its way inside Sarah’s mouth.
Sarah pressed her leg against Jessica’s well-manicured mound. Jessica’s hips began working by themselves, humping against her girlfriend’s leg, trying to satisfy the excitement she was feeling. Jessica’s hand sneaked its way down between her own legs but Sarah caught it and her other hand, lifted them up above her head and pressed them to the wall. Sarah eyes were hot, her face flushed but it was nothing compared to Jessica’s, whose breathing was heavy, whose eyes were excited beyond boiling point.
“C’mon, please?” Jessica begged.
“I can give you what you need,” Sarah whispered in her red haired lover’s ear. “Would you like me to do that? Would you like me to touch you? I can make you cum, right here, right now.” Jessica whimpered, her pelvis rocking back and forth over Sarah’s leg. “Beg for it,” Sarah continued in a hush voice, her tongue licking Jessica’s ear, “beg your queen for it and ecstasy will be yours.”
“Please Sarah, touch me,” Jessica’s voice was pleading. “Let me cum by your hand. I’m yours and yours only. Please give me what I desire…”
Before Jessica knew it, Sarah had let go of her hands and was on her knees; her tongue was stroking her pussy, tasting her for the very first time. Jessica gently put her hands on Sarah’s head, controlling the woman’s movements and steering her wherever she pleased. As Sarah licked over Jessica’s love bud, a squeal of delight was heard from the within the shower.
“That’s the spot, baby, yes, please keep going.”
Sarah inserted one of her long fingers, and then two, massaging Jessica’s inner sides as she licked her clean from the constant stream of juices.
“I’m soooo close, Sarah. G-g-g-god, please have mercy on me,” Jessica mumbled as her breathing became strained.
Sarah snuck one finger up Jessica’s rectum, gently pushing, hinting at what she’ll be doing. As it went inside, Jessica shuddered, her words became incoherent and her legs began to tremble. Sarah sucked hard on her clit, bringing her over the edge screaming out in pleasure. Jessica couldn’t possibly stand up any more, and as she fell she was caught by her lover, who gently sat her down. Jessica looked exhausted, her eyes blank. The only sounds heard were that of the shower and Jessica’s heavy breathing.
Sarah brought down the shower piece, sat herself behind her friend and showered them both with hot water. Sarah’s free hand stroked circles on Jessica’s tummy, slowly getting closer to the wet slit that had just made her lover elated.
“Did you like it when I put my finger up your ass?” she asked, softly. “Or when my tongue, which you so madly desired, stroked your most sacred parts?” Sarah gently touched her friend between her legs, knowing she was ridiculously sensitive by now. “Spread your legs for me.” Jessica obliged, and Sarah inserted a finger into her, enjoying the warm inside. “I can give you this and so much more if you become mine,” she continued, “and only mine.” Jessica moaned softly, craned her neck and kissed her lover.
“There is nothing else I’d rather do,” she replied as she looked into Sarah’s hazel brown eyes.
One week later another picture made it to Sarah’s bookshelves. It consisted of Sarah, Jessica and John. On the women’s ring fingers, engagement rings responded to the sunlight by shining bright, their golden hue indicating that the best is yet to come.